I miss football games, chili, sweatshirts and jeans, the changing leaves, sleeping with the windows open, apple orchards, the smell of people burning wood in their fireplaces. I miss the crisp air in the Fall. I really miss sitting out on our deck, and I miss having campfires in the backyard.
Native Texas really do not know what they are missing!
The trees here do not change color. It has to do with the weather patterns and the types of trees here. Looking out my window from my office building, it is all green, and it will remain that way all year.
I guess I am not complaining, because we don't have wet, heavy snow.
I had some blood work done recently, and the nurse who was drawing my blood was making conversation. She asked me where I was from, and I told her I was a Minnesota native. She then went on to say how much she wishes she could live in the "North" with all the pretty snow. She thought it would be wonderful exercise to shovel the driveway. <snort>
I told her about blizzards and road salt and how all Minnesota cars rust, and she looked at me like I was dumb. She literally said to me, "Well, we all know down here that when you go to the beach, you have to wash your car right away after from the salt." [Insert implication that Minnesotans are dumb for not washing the salt from their cars.] I didn't even bother explaining that the car washes are closed when the weather drops below a certain temperature, or that it's not realistic to wash your car every single day after commuting to/from work. But I digress.
I'm coming up onto my second Houston Fall, and I'm feeling a little blue about it. I know what to expect now, or rather what not to expect.
I guess I need to visit soon!
