Glory glory hallelujah the heat has left this town
I thought it was a cosmic joke when I left New Orleans after the first break in the heat since the last weekend of Jazz Fest (read: April) and arrived in California for its record heat of 113 degrees in LA and 91 in San Francisco. This morning the temperatures dipped into the light jacket (T has cashmere and fleece on) and the dogs had a zip in their step. I could tell something was different when I woke to an amber light streaming through the front windows and a smell to the air here to fore not present.
Fall is here along with all the feelings that this time of year conjures, school uniforms, lunch boxes, book bags, the smell of paper, pencils and glue (do kids nowadays have the smell of computer bits and plastic?), warm light, darker color clothes, paler skin, and a deep desire to move from rose and pinot gris to a ruby red syrah (saw a great tee shirt the other day that said “Need Mo Pinot”) and a great desire for comfort food (in our fridge right now is a spicy pho plus Israeli couscous with fairy cap mushrooms and chicken with pine nuts plus sauteed cabbage and Turkish style green beans.