Really, who doesn’t love autumn?
My readers know that I recently returned to my original hometown of St Louis after ten years living in Florida. I knew that palm fronds don’t turn yellow, orange and red and drift down only to be raked up in a pile, but fall really does arrive at the beach. It’s just different.
Perhaps decorating the beach house in swags of colorful pin oak leaves, acorns, sunflowers and pumpkins was my way of channeling prior falls in the Midwest. Perhaps shouting “Autumn” at my front door in 95-degree heat subliminally reminded me that a cold front just might arrive. It did. Around Thanksgiving. 😀