I missed posting on the fall equinox because I was on the road to visit my mother in Oceanside, CA. Fall here isn't chilly mornings and falling leaves. It's sunshine, warm weather and playing outside in shorts and a t-shirt. That's Oceanside above, where the beach was speckled with sunbathers, surfers and people strolling on the strand last week.
And this is my yard, with more blue skies and temps in the 90s (it's "cooling" off).
Fall means it's finally cool enough that I can come out of summer hibernation and sip my morning coffee on the patio -- in shorts and a sleeveless top. We don't do cozy sweaters here in the Sonoran Desert in the fall. I miss the brilliant fall foliage a little from when I lived up north, but I'd much rather have sunny skies and warm temps for getting outside all fall, winter and spring without having to bundle up. Fall means I can throw on shorts, a t-shirt, sandals and a sun hat and head out for the day.
On my walk this morning, I also thought about how fall is one of the seasons of our lives. I'm definitely in my fall at 70, with things on my body falling to remind me! My mother is in her winter at 94 but still enjoying life -- just at a slower pace. She's content to read the morning paper, do her word puzzles and chat with friends at meals. The staff at her assisted living home says she keeps them all laughing.

My daughter is in her summer season, blooming as a mother in her 30s. Little Juniper, 2, is in spring, with her whole big life opening up ahead of her.
Happy fall!




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