We’re shoving off into fall. When I think of this change in seasons, I imagine drifting from a bank of tall grass and insects humming in the hot evening sun, toward long sleeves and palm-shaped maple leaves blushed in the throes of their peaceful little deaths.
But here in LA, the change isn’t that dramatic. Actually it gets a little hotter this time of year because of the Santa Ana winds. A different kind of palm shape gets tossed around in the hair dryer breeze. But berries disappear from the produce section slowly from shore to shore. Grab the last of the strawberries you see next time you go.