It’s finally fall! A tiny storm swept through last night and today, bringing dark clouds and sprinkling the vegetable and poppy seeds I just planted. But the cool blustery weather won’t last. I mean, this is Southern California, after all. We still have a ton of 80 degree days coming up in the next two months. I’ll enjoy the cool days as they come.

One of my goals in life is to spend a year back east where they have real weather, see if I can take it. I want to experience the contrast, scraping ice off windscreens (yes, I know it’s called windshields here), slush in the streets, my nose dripping from the cold, perhaps an icicle hanging thereon, wearing heavy duty boots, a real winter coat and miles and miles of scarves–oh! how I love scarves–being snowed in (whoa! I’m not sure about that–what about hiking, the dogs?).

But then there’s the renewal that will come when that first crocus pops up and the re-invigoration to one’s system that can’t be felt without the dormancy. Right? Don’t be bursting my bubble now, because I’m putting that goal on the list I’m compiling of things I want to do before I croak.