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(Yes, that's a dog with his eye on the pot roast in the background.)
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Here endeth "Fall: Southern California Style." Maybe we'll do theology and Jesus next week!
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Sister Joan Chittister famously said, "We are each called to go through life reclaiming the planet an inch at a time until the Garden of Eden grows green again." Reflecting on that journey -- a blog at a time -- is the focus of this site.
5 comments:
I wanna come to dinner at *your* house! We're only having pork chops & scalloped potatoes.
But... I AM doing a traditional Thanksgiving dinner for Nam's family this week: turkey, dressing, the works! They've never had it. Nam swears his brother-in-law won't eat anything without fish sauce.
We'll see. I will be in the kitchen ALL DAY Wednesday.
And, yes, our maples (sweet gums?) are in color. I've also camped in Yosemite in late October, and it is definitely a "fall" experience. Not like it was when I was growing up in New England, to be sure...
Hmmm. Is that why Harvey never gets to go the fun places that Luna does?
Dear Rev. Russell:
No doubt you have a smattering of trees that oblige and qualify for "fall."
Speaking as a native Southern Californian there is no "color tour" like a Michigan color tour.
Every street, boulevard and bumpy rural road ablaze in every color of the rainbow.
Not gloating, but after picking up and burning piles of leaves this week, we want to preserve the one wonderful weather trait that we have that others don't.
In a month or so we'll be dealing with piles of snow and plunging temps, so please, please let us keep the pride of our "fall."
A sinner saved by God's Grace
Jim from Michigan
AND, fall in southern California is better than fall in 90% of the rest of the country because it LASTS so long! We don't see the last of "color" on the trees until around Christmas! Then, there's the bit of not having four months of flannel skies and slush to look forward too.
Then, there's the bit of not having four months of flannel skies and slush to look forward too.
John, there's no joy of resurrection without a crucifixion. We wouldn't have Easter without Good Friday.
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