The coming of autumn happens early in the East. Sometime in August, the first crisp days start. Leaves turn, winds frisk, temperatures drop. Fall comes in differently in Phoenix. The days stay hot, often in the high 90s, but the night time temperatures drop from the 90s to the 70s. Doors and windows let in cool air. Last year it happened around September 12. This year it started the last week of September. The wind shifts from the South to the West. Fall is, quietly, here.
I start walking in the morning again. Flowers start to bloom again. Migrating birds show up, slowly at first.
The subtle changes make you pay attention more closely. You look at every slight change in the oranges, which have started to grow again. The recent storm pushed over two dozen trees in the neighborhood, making me glad I spent the money to have mine trimmed to let wind pass through.
There will still be hot days, but it feels safe to exhale, to go out without a hat.
Fall in Phoenix is a lot like keeping a gratitude journal—the more you notice, the more you see to notice. These are the weeks that the son finally loses the battle with the horizon. The days shorten enough to keep the temperature down. I celebrate New Year in the fall, because it feels like survival and rebirth all in one
–Quinn McDonald waits all summer for this moment of Fall
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It is Interesting to hear what your fall is like in Phoenix. So different from New England. Thanks for sharing.
“These are the weeks that the son finally loses the battle with the horizon.”
Your post today made me smile. I’m in North Dakota right now and we enjoying some unusually warm days here. Generally we have snow by the twentieth of October.
I really smiled when I got to the line about “the son”. While reading your post I had pictures dancing through my head about fall in AZ. Imagine the picture my brain produced when I got to the line above about your VERY strong “son” battling the horizon! :chuckles:
A simple mistake, one stroke on the keyboard and suddenly a picture of epic proportion was going on in my head. Hollywood would have been proud. Thanks Quinn.
My typos are sometimes better than my writing. Often, as last night, when I was posting my blog using my phone and it was late, and I was in an airport, I get better blogs than when I plan ahead.