It sure is October. Hard to tell in LA when the seasons are…

It sure is October.

Hard to tell in LA when the seasons are changing, and fall is my favorite time of year back east. 

Seeing the leaves change insane colors — making the trees look like they are on fire is my favorite. When I was a kid my best friend Aly and I would rake up all the leaves in my huge backyard and jump into them. This tradition usually happened around the middle of November and we did it for I think about four years in a row.

Why two little girls thought manual labor was fun is beyond me, but it sure was.

She and my Dad both reminded me of that tradition the other day, and I made me miss New England. For me fall always meant field hockey season, people bitching about the Red Sox season, people happy about the Patriots season, having to start brining a jacket when you go out and going to Steven Brown’s house for fires. 

Anyway I guess my point is fall is just not the same in LA. Palm trees don’t change color and I surly do no need my Ugg boots in 65 degree weather. 

I CANNOT wait to be home in November for Thanksgiving and see all my family and friends. Maybe there will even be some leaves to rake and Aly can come by for some old time’s sake.

If you live back east and see some amazing trees change color in the next few weeks, please enjoy them for an extra 10 seconds for me, I miss them.