I love this time of year here in coastal California. Much of the land elsewhere in the States is under a blanket of snow, its plants hunkering down in dormancy, awaiting longer, warmer days. And here it always feels like a season of sweet relief. Like everything is finally getting a chance to recharge. The hills are turning green again, roots are thickening with any rain that comes, parched and cracking earth softens and shifts under foot again, and we finally get a break from what can feel like one never-ending, hot, dry Summer.
It’s when the cows graze the hill behind my house to chew on fresh grass. And frogs await their seasonal vernal pools to fill. Newts come out to play and have orgies in creeks. And the very last of Autumn’s golden leaves hang on until their inevitable flutter to the ground, feeding next year’s growth.
The sun is a beautiful thing, and an even more wonderful feeling sit in. But this — this is my favorite time of year. When I think about my Celtic roots and how this takes me to a landmass much further north, it only makes sense that this season feels most right for me.
And speaking of Celtic roots, you still have 30 minutes to see a dozen ways that I resemble an older white man according to Google Arts & Culture (see stories).
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