Fall has come suddenly upon us. We went from 90 degree weather to 50-something in a couple of days. Wesley has experienced his first rain (family photo). We had to get out our layers and figure out how to keep a baby warm. Once again, we find ourselves living somewhere new, discovering its weather as the seasons unfold. Petaluma is slowly revealing itself to us with its coastal, often foggy mornings burning off into warmer days with chilly evenings.
Autumn holds some of my favorite memories. When I was little, I loved watching the leaves change to brilliant colors. I jumped in massive piles of leaves. This time of year, in California, I miss the colors. Wesley's early associations will be here. Fall means rain. It means cool freshness. It means the grasses turn green. The leaves change colors in subtle ways.
Fall means harvest season. On our walks we see people putting their gardens to bed. At the Farmer's Market, the apple growers take center stage. We went to the pumpkin patch to get our pumpkin. Wesley had a lot to say as we walked through the field, and he enjoyed touching the pumpkins. His Halloween costume is To Be Determined, but we've had many sessions of amusement thinking about what he might be...
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