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Sunday, September 12, 2010

What passes for the end of summer around here...

In this part of Southern California, we don't have seasons, per say.   We use events to mark the end of one season and the beginning of another.    The produce begins to change from heirloom tomatoes in outrageous shades of  yellow, purple, orange and a few reds thrown in for good measure to the more subdued shades of Autumn squashes, and  pumpkins.   We still wear flip flops, but now we're wearing hooded sweatshirts over our tank tops and board shorts.  People begin to leave their doors and windows closed against the cooler morning, only throwing them open once the sun has begun to warm up the day.
Dion Wright Sculpture
The other thing we do is say good by to the Sawdust Art Festival.


  1. I'd like to give a temperate zone a go-- heat waves, floods, tornados and ice storms are getting old. That is a great sculpture!

  2. I have to admit, I don't miss the wild swings in the weather, and love my family, but try hard not to go see them in the summer...


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