Did you know that it’s fall? Other parts of the country are experiencing cooler temperatures and leaves changing colors. Northern California just has to be the stupid rebellious teenager. It’s still in the 90s here. The trees are still green. The only hint of fall is that it’s dark when I wake up in the morning to get ready for work. Other than that, you’d still think it was summertime around here.
Next weekend, I’m supposed to go up to Apple Hill, that lovely foothill farming area in Placerville. It’s the first time in a long time that I’m not really excited about it. Who the hell wants to think about fall when you are sweating to death? It’s like longing for someone who doesn’t want you. OK, maybe it’s not that painful, but it’s still lame. I want to wear jeans at the very least, but that would be uncomfortable. I want to feel a chill in the air when I dive into an apple doughnut, but that’s unlikely. I know I should just let go because no one can control the weather. There’s nothing anyone can do, but manage. It’s just disconcerting because I so look forward to fall and my annual trek to Apple Hill. Not only do I gather as many apple products as I can in El Dorado County, but I like looking at the crafts. Granted, most of them are not appealing enough for a purchase, but you never know when you are going to come across an interesting piece of handmade jewelry or a cute one of a kind bag.
One thing is that it could just get freezing all of the sudden. Probably not by next weekend, but if you’ve lived in Northern California for a few years, you know what I’m talking about. It’s like we go from summer to winter overnight. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have that much of a problem with it, but it would be nice to have some non-sweaty, non-freezing weather for longer than a week.
At least when it’s freezing, I can feel the holiday spirit a little more. Right now, I see pumpkins and I get confused. It still feels like summer. Why are people decorating for Halloween? That’s right. It’s October. Excuse me while I continue to wear my stupid flip flops.
Side note: Why is Placerville not in Placer County? I know. The town was probably named before the county, but it’s still confusing.