I usually consider the boundaries of the seasons to be somewhat arbitrary. Winter is my favorite. Starting on December 22, winter comes long after all the feature I associate with it: bone-chilling cold, snow, lots of dead vegetation (or, in the case of California: cool, rain, flourishing vegetation). This year, however, autumn appears to have come right on our schedule.
It’s been grey and chilly during the day starting last week, and continuing through this weekend. I’ve enjoyed being outside, since it’s cool enough that long pants and long sleeves make for comfortable wanderings. I can already see people here stockpiling firewood, bundling up, eyeing those parkas. This is perfect fall weather to me, and the best part is that it won’t be much worse than this through the winter.
