Boy, it's really feast or famine around here, isn't it? I guess that's my tendency with a lot of things, not just blog posts.
I'm really excited, because in less than two weeks now I'm heading out to California! Abby and I will join my sister Amber and her daughter Olivia to babysit my little sister Coral at my parents' house. I love California and I love the old homestead. I'm looking forward to hanging out with my sisters and watching the little ones chew on the bones-oh. It's been getting cooler and cooler here, so it will be nice to extend the summer by a few weeks. More time in the pool! :)
I was bemoaning the coming of winter to Regis the other day, pointing out that in California, at least where I grew up, the weather stays summery until the end of summer, and then some! Essentially, it stays summer until fall, which begins in late October, and fall lasts until the spring, which starts in March and lasts about a month. Some people, particularly Utahns, are aghast at this mutating of the seasons. I think it's maaaaaarvelous.
I concede that the turning of the leaves in the canyons is gorgeous.
So are postcards.
I love to watch snow falling, and one of the most melancholically beautiful things I've ever seen is a naked tree layered with snow.
A week later, it's a grimy pile of nuisance, like a soggy mountain of ratty old newspaper.
So when we drive back home in a few weeks, I'll be keeping Regis awake by choking out the words to "I Left My Heart in San Francisco." I won't have, but the name of my hometown doesn't fit.
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