It’s taken me a couple years to truly adjust to the fact that Southern California is not the Midwest. Particularly in the fall, I find myself disoriented with the differences.
Our first October here, I insisted we find a pumpkin patch. Nick actually had to sit me down and map out just how far we would have to drive to arrive at any semblance of a pumpkin patch. And it’s an arid climate, so it wouldn’t be the sprawling landscape I’m accustomed to. This year I bought a pumpkin and a cinnamon broom from Trader Joe’s like a normal city-dweller. [Read more…]