Feeling Fall

It's been a foggy, wet week in Santa Barbara. With the drizzly, misty air has come a crispness that whispers Fall. The leaves are falling, changing from green to gold to yellow as they speckle the vibrant green grass beneath them. I can smell the first fires of the season wafting from chimneys and carrying that ever so familiar and comforting scent.



Fall is here. I like it.

One evening earlier this week we experienced a rare thunder and lightening storm. I was walking through the neighborhood with Peachy and counting the seconds in between the booms of thunder and the flashes of lightening. The rain had subsided long enough for kids to be playing in the streets and dogs to be taken for walks. Passing through the streets I could hear children squeal with excited delight at each boom and flash. For a moment it struck a comforting memory of a Texas thunderstorm--as if the clouds above were warning us of an oncoming explosion of water. Inside the house the windows rattled at each thunder boom while Peachy fled for the nearest human protection, and the tap of rain drops against the windows was soothing. Thunderstorms are so very exciting.



Above is a photo I took of an oncoming rainstorm in my home town in San Marcos, Texas. You can see and hear them coming from miles away.