Across the blog world there are pictures of pretty burnt orange, rust and brown leaves and poetic words about the changing of the seasons. Yeah, you won’t find those here. As a friend just stated (on that social media site that keeps changing it up to keep us on our toes) “You people call it fall. We call it third summer.” Another shared this description of Southern Arizona seasons:
Dec 21-Jan 10 Winter
Jan 11-April 1 Summer 1
April 2- October 1 Hell
October 2-Dec 20 Summer 2
I’m not sure if I’d quite to describe it like that, but you get the idea. I flipping love Fall. I loved Fall in the UK too, all mists and fogs, leaves changing, chestnuts etc. Here we appreciate other signs. The temperatures here will begin to drop toward the 80s, they already have a little and you can now venture out for a few minutes even a midday without feeling completely overwhelmed by the heat. We actually turned the swamp cooler off for a day and it really wasn’t too bad. Pomegranates are ripening. The cactus doesn’t look like it is on its last legs.
Anyway, today is the first day of Fall and in this house we had no back to earth post dripping with beautiful words about the cycle of life. Nope, just a promise there will be a post about croup shortly because that is how we welcomed Fall in this house at 4am. Grrrr