Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Fall-ing Slowly

I've discovered that "Falling Slowly" isn't just a sad song by Glen Hansard, but rather the title of Arizona's Fall season. It takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r for fall to actually kick in.

Why do we keep saying it's autumn here? It seems like every year when September arrives, Arizonans are thrilled that it will soon get cooler. But our hopes are quickly dashed each day until about the end of October, when MAYBE the high will be in the low nineties.

Arizona has a knack for kicking things to the curb, like daylight savings time, a decent hockey team, and immigrants (bad example, but sadly true). So here's my proposition: I say we kick the fall season to the curb too. We are only kidding ourselves, really.

And while we're at it, let's kick scorpions to the curb too... disgusting creatures.

Believe me, I LOVE the idea of fall. I think it's actually the best idea ever. But it would have been nice to spend more time outside today. June and I love going on walks and a little lunch in the park would have been lovely. We lasted about 15 minutes before the weather got to us. (And maybe some sketchy teenage hooligans that decided to come to the park as well.)

(Above: June and her new favorite toy, a paper cup. Below: my lunch, courtesy Sprouts Deli Department)

Unfortunately, it was 95 degrees today.

I even tried to take a picture of how red June and I were when we got home:

You can't really tell. But believe me, we were both RED.

Here's to winter, Arizona's REAL fall season.


  1. I was going to say that it takes forever for fall to get here, but when it does it stays until spring. I will take it!

  2. I felt Autumn in the air, when I ate the most delicious apple pie with pecans and strudel on top. Thanks for making that!! The best ever!