Baby Clara (two-weeks-old) with Grandma Clara (79-years-old)
22 September 2007

Where’s Autumn?  Where’s the gusty North wind that blows through your hair and beckons for change?  Where are the cool mornings filled with crystal dew?

Where’s Autumn?

I get like this every year.  Waiting and waiting and waiting for Autumn.  And every year — seriously, every year — I get really upset and frustrated and think, “F**k this!  Let’s move!  Let’s move to somewhere were Autumn exists.  I hate Texas, the land of no seasonal change.”

For a person whose very soul is nourished and replenished by water and seasonal change, how did I ever end up in the semi-arid climate of central Texas?  I really must move someday… move to a place with water and soil and seasons.

Come soon, Autumn.  Your daughter waits for you.