And the sky is grey…
xxo ooo
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…
yes, it is autumn, cold, wet. 
too much vertical water, oblique water, and, with this wind, blimin’ near horizontal water too :roll:
Trisha
I like it, it’s…
Bracing!
Yep, yep… brown and yaller leaves… grass to match… wet… rainy… getting to be about that time of year. Time for nuts and persimmons and acorns and pumpkins and apples. Hmmm… more I think about it… kind of a nice time… the fall of the year.
You leave Skeggy out of this! 
I went for a walk.
On a winter’s day.
I’d be safe and warm.
If I was in L.A.
…
What’s the lyric about the preacher in that song? What does he do right before “he knows I’m gonna stay?”
(it’s a bit damp around here. Will have to stop at the coffee shop on the way to carpool)
It always comes back round to the mamas and the papas, don’t it?
To answer everyone’s questions:
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
and the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I went for a walk (I went for a walk)
on a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
I’d be safe and warm (I’d be safe and warm)
if I was in L.A. (If I was in LA)
California dreaming (California Dreaming) on such a winter’s day.
Stopped into a church I passed along the way.
Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
and I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
You know the preacher likes it cold (preacher likes the cold),
He knows I’m gonna stay (Knows I’m gonna stay)
California dreaming (California Dreaming) on such a winter’s day.
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
and the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I went for a walk (I went for a walk)
on a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
If I didn’t tell her (If I didn’t tell her)
I could leave today (I could leave today)
California dreaming (California dreaming)
on such a winter’s day.
I love the Mammas and the Pappas!
Fall is my favorite season of all!
And it’s been sunny humid and in the 90’s here! Y’all come!
Mary
Disneyworld Skegness soon to be opened. A magical place where it’s 21st October all year round…
Travel thee to jolly old Skegness, where you can stagger through an informal area with a 1500s-style thatched-roof cottage and canal or stop to catch the beat of the British Bovver Boys at a formal square with a Skegness bandstand. Find a bounty of British toys at the Everything a Pound Shoppe, unique clothing at the Skegness Shoppe, English perfumes (chiefly haddock and cod) and soaps at the Queen’s Table, and more authentic British goods at other delightful shops. Enjoy greasy fish and chips at the renowned Skegness Arms. And don’t miss the one-and-only Pam Brody and the comical World Showcase Players, entertainers sure to tickle your fancy. It’s soooooo bracing.
This actually the second song I learned on the whistle. 
Skegness is a lovely place!
Mum and her ‘significant other’ have an Italian restaurant there.
and were living there until they recently bought a house just out of town.
Mum hasn’t seen any whistles though. 
You forgot to mention (well, the Mammas and the Papas did anyway 
) dreary, damp, and ugly. Oh how I wish I were back in New England for the fall!!!
And hotter than heck,
If I was in Dallas.
We had a very mild summer - I’m not sure if we even had a single day that hit triple digits - and now we’re seeing 90’s in late October!
Yeah, warm anyway… :roll:
That’s exactly what was needed, bracing. To be replacing by digging out storm drains - several, and trying to rescue one sheep from an enormous field containing a couple of hundred others ( I don’t “love” my neighbour sometimes 
).
Trisha
Thanks Martin,
Now I know where to take the wife and kids on holiday! 
We don’t exactly get fall around here (or winter, or spring, or summer). The plants seem to be confused by the lack of well-defined seasons. Our orange tree is now in bloom–at the same time that the lemons and limes are beginning to ripen. The artichoke was beginning to bloom for the second time this year when my son decided to chop it down. There are lots of flowers. Our lone corn stalk is showing silk. (And it’s about 8-9 feet tall.)
I went out yesterday afternoon to pick tomato and cilantro for my salsa. The cilantro will go to seed soon, but the tomato plants will keep producing right up through the end of the year if we don’t get tired of looking at the raggedy plants growing out across the sidewalks next to the flower beds.
We live just a few blocks from some large vegetable fields, and last week we could smell that they’ve begun fertilizing–with manure, apparently. They get two to three crops a year here, depending on the vegetable.
This area doesn’t seem to have much in the way of trees that turn red in fall. What does turn goes to yellow. Lots of deciduous trees seem hesitant to drop their leaves until the new ones actually start to sprout in the spring.
The weather is a bit boring here. Lots of grey skies, chilly winds, but very little rain. I don’t think I’ve seen lightning more than a dozen times in the past twenty years.
If we do move–which is looking increasingly likely, I expect the Dallas area (Lewisville, actually) to be very different. I’m hoping for lots of interesting insects, too. This has been a very bad year for bugs in Salinas. If this is due to something done by the agriculturists last year, then they sure have hit on something that works. It’s just as well, as I’ve been too busy to do much photography this year, but that should change by next summer.