Morning fog |
Deciduous trees are changing color. You don't think of this happening in Southern California, but there are are places where ruddy or golden foliage, while not as glorious as those in frost-kissed northern climates, brings that familiar feeling to the heart of a former Midwesterner like me. In our canyon, the native sycamores, or platanus racemosa, that grow along the creekside turn a subtle gold-tan, and soon drop, raising the startling white branches to the sky.
Grape leaves |
This contrasts with the almost startling steely blue of new eucalyptus growth or the dark cedar foliage.
Today a dark cloud heavy with rain hangs over the canyon, and yesterday it looked even more menacing above the parking lot at the supermarket.
clouds over PCH |
It's chilly in the morning when we walk, Jack and me.
It's sweater weather. It's time to make warming soups and stews. It's time to buy firewood again. It's autumn.
1 comment:
Autumn: Better late than never, right?
Except for Weds. (Thurs.? All a blur.) when we were close to 90°F (at least here in the inland banana belt) I'm inclined to agree that fall has beaten winter here, at least on the calendar. (Some yrs. it doesn't.)
I know I've been wearing pants more, even inside.
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