Fall and spring are short but sweet in New York City. In the blink of an eye, the bitter cold or relentless heat are upon us. Like many things in the Big Apple, these seasons are extreme, and they make a California girl like me swoon for the calmer months. To me, fall is home. It's crisp, damp, sweet smelling, fire burning, sweater bundling weather, the kind of weather that defines San Francisco, my childhood, many memories.
"Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." Elizabeth Lawrence