Warm breezy afternoons. Crisp cool nights. Fall. It is that perfect time of year again. I remember the first year I lived in the South. October rolled around and I started looking for the leaves to start changing color. Although I was perfectly aware that the seasons were drastically different than that of the seasons up north, I was still expecting some sort of change. Yet everything out my window was green. Finally in late November I looked out to see a rather suddenly bare tree. I hadn't remembered seeing the glowing yellows and vibrant reds that I had become accustomed to. When had the seasons changed?
It has taken me a few years to become more aware of the subtle changes that occur in a southern Fall. The leaves really do change color. There are yellows and reds and oranges. If you look for them. No the palm trees never change. And the oak trees remain green. But there are the changing colors. Its just different.
The leaves still collect in piles, threatening to blow all over the sidewalk you just cleared. And hopelessly sticking to the bottom of your shoe and you walk into you house.
Its now become one of my favorite times of the year.
