We woke up to a little bit of fog this morning. Not surprising as our weather as of late has been cool and often rainy. This time of year it should be sunny and 80. Nine months of solid rain usually brings us 3 months of drought. Most people who move up here from California hate the weather, but us Northwesterners feel right at home.
I’m the kind of person who has the toughest time answering the “What season is your favorite?” on those getting to know you emails that get endlessly passed around. Trouble is, I love every season. Or the beginning of every season that is. By mid-August I’m ready for the cooler weather, the rainy afternoons and the beautiful yellows our trees turn. I love to watch the golds and browns of the Big Leaf Maples poke out from between the Dougfirs. Pierce county is home to groves of old oak trees and I crack the window while driving down the freeway to smell the rich aroma from the falling leaves. Around mid-November the rain has set in and I’ve forgotten to sweep the plum leaves off my front walk and they become a matted slippery mess of yuck. I don’t have the energy to take care of it. If we are lucky January or February will bring us just a little bit of snow to play in, but I get cranky when it melts because the rain is the one to carry our snow away. In its wake it leaves a muddy nasty mess. My shoes get wet, my hair looks like crap and the sky is oh so very gray. Sometime in March little pansies arrive in the nurseries like little gems to brighten the damp ground. Spring bulbs poke their heads out of the soil and the first sign of color returns to our soggy little part of the world. Early May is alive with color, but too early to plant any of the summer garden crops or bring out the fuschias. Summer returns in early July just to have the cycle start all over again.
Today we had our first signs of Autumn. Fog. Crisp morning that will turn into a sunny and warm day. I knew it was coming and I smiled about it. I do this every year. This time I had a little one to enjoy the day with. We took a little nature walk and strolled through our neighborhood. I told the boy we were going to collect leaves. Armed with a basket we headed out. Unfortunately, the leaves haven’t really started to turn here yet. Our broad leaf evergreens are flagging a bit, but Rhododendron and Photina leaves don’t dry well. The only treasures we could find were Dougfir cones.
Elle: Oh, look honey. A pine cone.
Boy: oooo! Kinecone. In basket.
::Walk a bit further::
Boy: Leaf! *picks up a Linden leaf an puts it in the basket*
Elle: Look at that, another pinecone.
Boy: Ummm, too big.
::Walk to the end of the cul-de-sac and turn around. Happen upon the same pinecone from before::
Elle: Look, a pinecone. Don’t you want to put that in your basket?
Boy: Ummm, nope.
Elle: Why not?
Boy: too big. (like duh mom. that’s the same pinecone from before)
Gah, my kid is way too smart. Either that or I’m much dumber than my 2 year old. I do look forward to future nature walks and learning that he actually does know the botanical names for things. Look sweetie, a Dougfir tree. No mother, that would be Pseudotsuga menzeii. Get it right woman. Ahh, I love Fall.