Are We Seasoned Yet?

It’s fall here, but don’t expect an Easterner to take that with a straight face. Our leaves do change color, some of them, and do hit the ground, sometimes in carpets one layer thick. In a place where little rainstorms can merit big headlines, it’s a microseason when erstwhile Easterners who are now Westerners can feel those distant roots twitching.

We all try to feel the pain of blizzard victims we’ll see on network news -- when we’re so inclined.

Some lucky homeowners here have enough leaves on the ground to rake into neat piles. They may not know that in the East Coast tradition, these serve as landing zones for swan-diving children.