Californians always get attitude when someone tells them they could never live here because they’d miss the seasons.
Well. We’ve had a heatwave these past few months, and let me tell you a secret: Angelenos were missing fall. It’s hard to pull off the scarf and boots and the extra foam, non-fat pumpkin spiced latte when it’s 90 degrees (though I’m pretty sure when mid-January rolls around and the rest of the country is dealing with this, it might seem like a fair trade.)
Last week the heat wave officially broke. The evening air started to smell like holiday smoke (different than the fire-season smoke), and on Saturday in the early morning I actually saw my breath.
Time to bust out the close-toed shoes and get season appropriate decorations for the front porch: fall has arrived…
…even if water temps are still in the low 70s.
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