The transition from summer to winter is a very quick one here. One day you are wearing a sun dress, the next day a puffy down jacket. At first it is just a chill in the morning air that reminds you of fall (not this fall, but fall in a warmer climate, where the season is longer). You enjoy a week of the brisk mornings and warm days, loving this quiet season and its refreshing smell. But suddenly, it is just cold. It’s 35 degrees when you wake up, and only warming to 60 instead of 70 during the afternoon. It may not seem like a big change, but when the cold winds are running through the valley it certainly feels like one.
At some point you look out the window and realize, it is winter. But the leaves haven’t changed, so it can’t be yet. It must be fall still. And then you realize that most of the trees that you look at are pines, and they wouldn’t betray the season so obviously. So you decide that it must be winter; not an Idaho winter, though, but an Arkansas or Tennessee winter. There’s a chill, you want to burn a fire, and there is no snow outside.
No snow! Oh wait, then it must still be fall. Snow won’t come for almost two more months! So this is fall, but it will be short. Enjoy it while you can, for it is the most beautiful time here!