Fall . . .I think

My grandmother had a cousin who lived out in L.A. When the cousin became ill, my grandmother went out to California to take care of her for six months. The cousin tried to convince my grandmother to stay, pointing out the mild climate, but my grandmother refused. She exclaimed the most unsettling part of living in Southern California wast the complete lack of seasons. It was like time stood still but you kept aging, days, weeks, months, years blend together, as there is nothing to distinguish them. If you think about it, through out history, the changing of the seasons has been the most influental aspect to civilization. From planting crops, to hunting, to waging war, man has always been at the mercy of Mother Nature. I am continually reminded of my grandmother's story when fall roles around in San Diego, for Mother Nature is divorced from this area. I just finished looking at a slide slide show of autumn pictures from around the country on theThe Weather Channel. I look at the pictures and close my eyes, and I can almost remember the acidic smell of the changing leaves, the crispness in the air, and the departing sun illuminating the brillant colors before it, too, hibernates high on its perch for the winter.

I can see why my granmother said what she did about Southern California, and I am sure it must have been autumn when she stayed in L.A., for when the cold winds of February blanket our country, I am sure she would have realized why Southern California can also be the best place to live in America.