Since I arrived in California I have felt like I am living out Groundhog Day. From a weather perspective every day is the same. There are only so many ways you can say sunny with a high of 78 degrees. The moderate temperatures and morning fog attempt to mask the viciousness of the lack of rain. It has been seven or eight months since we got respectable precipitation here. The earth is parched. Only the toughest or most pampered plants are green, the rest have turned toasty brown. And there are no brilliant fall colors.
I miss the brilliance of autumn. Camus said: “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” That’s true in some places, though not here. Leaves are either green or fried.
Tonight I spent some time looking through autumn pictures I took on the East Coast in the past.
Yes, I miss the fall.
On the bright side it should rain here soon–and that means everything will suddenly turn green again.