Day after Thanksgiving in Atlanta, Georgia. . . .
Isaiah stood looking out of the window early yesterday morning for what seemed like forever. His face was serious and thoughtful. Almost like he was making some kind of an assessment. Finally he snapped from his trance and looked at me over his shoulder.
"Okay, Mom. Now I thinks it's fall for real."
Not to be confused with "fake fall" I suppose.
We went out and checked it out--just to be sure. . .
Confirmed: Officially fall for real.
(Too bad for real fall comes so close to whoaa winter.)
I love fake fall, real fall, any fall. Those red leaves are gorgeous. Here in Philadelphia we are rapidly sliding into whoa winter.
ReplyDeletePeople further north than myself might reply, "snow kidding"
ReplyDeleteIt's fun seeing pictures of fall in the South. Up here in Minnesota, it's fall "for real" in mid-September. Right now the view out our window is completely white (and it's 18°)! But I wouldn't have it any other way :)
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha. Sounds like I need to tell Isaiah that our "fall for real" is getting the hairy eyeball right about now! Guys, I can totally relate--I did my residency up in Cleveland, Ohio where by now it is "who winter" and then some. (Not exactly freeze your tongue on a flagpole cold like Minnesota, Deborah, but pretty darn cold!)
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