So, I’m sitting here on this fine sunday evening— and even though, I’ll admit, I may be sweating a bit, it feels like fall here in the subtropics. Today is the first day this season that we could open up our house, sit outside, and take in a cool(ish) fall breeze. I’ve said it before, but I imagine this is what northerners feel when spring hits. This is my spring— my time to embrace the season change and feel the newer air that comes with it. I swear, the air even smells different. I’m not sure why, but the cooler air has always reminded my of my paternal grandparents. They’ve both passed now, but there’s something about this air that makes me remember my days with them. I’m grateful for it. I’m sure the heat will be back sooner rather than later (and I mean, this week, not next season), but for now, I’m keeping the windows open as long as I possibly can (and maybe skipping the use of the oven too).
These pictures were from a very sweaty visit to the botanical garden a week or two ago. We’ve been picking up plants here and there for our garden. I have a whole folder of photos filled with images of our changing backyard space— many photos that Alex actually took with his time outside with Marlowe. Our space isn’t finished—- (I actually have a post about our never finished space coming up), but it’s still pretty wonderful. It’s always a bit amusing to me how different our climate is from the rest of north american (maybe with the exception of you, SoCal), but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Cheers to fall and winter.