Too much time has passed since I last published a blog.
Must be the southern weather...
September starts to cool down here quite a bit. During the day, the temperature dips down to the mid-80's and the evenings become downright chilly as the temperatures go way down into the 70's (and on a real chilly evening -- the 60's). Last Sunday morning, my family and I left the house to greet a most frigid 55 degrees.
All of the above is written tongue in cheek of course; although, at times, the temperature in the 70's seems chilly to me. On Sunday evening, I caught myself grabbing a light sweater as I left the house.
Seriously, there are some things I *do* miss about the cooler weather up north. I miss the foliage -- A LOT. When I lived in New York, I lived in a house that sat on a lot surrounded by 18 trees. Each October, colors would burst forth in exuberant shades of reds, yellows, and oranges. When the leaves fell, they would blanket the ground in a vast array of autumn brights. As a child, I would lie on the ground surrounded by fallen leaves, eyes looking toward the treetops into the endless blue sky and dream I was in a magical autumn wonderland.
Don't misunderstand me. I love palm trees in all their glory and I thank God that I can live here where I am so lucky to see them every day. I am happy not to experience the bitter breezes and cold rains that autumns of north can bring.
This week, New York City should be experiencing peak foliage and I am not there to see it. This week, if only for a day, I would be willing to trade a palm tree for a burst of autumn color.
