It’s been rainy and cold. Now it’s just cold.
Of course, cold is a relative thing. This is Los Angeles, after all. Cold means it dips below 70 in the afternoons.
But I’m glad it finally feels like fall. Protracted summer is wearing. I am ready for the season change.
People say there is no change in seasons here. Probably other people have missed the changing colors of fall, because there are more than a few cultivated maples and other such trees that change color and drop their leaves.
I was kicking some of those leaves across the sidewalk yesterday. I thought, This is really an artificial fall. This tree isn’t from around here. It was brought here to drop it’s leaves.
And then I realized my disdain wasn’t really fair. I’m not from around here either. Why can’t the trees be validated as transplants? A whole lot of the people are.
So, happy fall everybody. Wherever you are. Even if fall is long past for you. Enjoy the seasons.
Fall is my favorite season. The oak trees around The Foothills like it too.