It’s “Fall” in New Orleans.

I know this because now when I get in the shower, instead of barely turning on the hot water, (along with full-throttle cold water); I turn the hot water spigot up just a notch.
Every once in a while, praise be to Jesus, I wake up and there’s no humidity outside. Wow – glorious! On those mornings and evenings, it’s very pleasant in the shade. Sometimes, if I’m really blessed, I can open up all my windows. I love that – having the fresh air moving through the house.
I live in a climate where the air-conditioner runs 24/7. Chilled, recycled air blowing out humid cold air through all the vents in the house. It’s nice to have the fresh air sweep all that away for a bit. . Oh the a/c doesn’t run every day of the year. Sometimes we have as many as 14 days that actually need the heater.
I know it’s Fall because my husband doesn’t have to cut the grass every week. On the second week, sometimes he can get away with just edging and weed-whacking.
New Orleans remains covered in a blanket of green all year round. In the Fall and Winter, most of the green in the lawn is clover or other weeds. But it’s green.
There are just enough trees that lose their leaves in the winter to make for a brown mess everywhere. Our ‘fall foliage’ is brown. The leaves blow up in the corners of the patio, nestled in the potted plants and collect in the roots of twenty-year-old shrubs. They look terrible.
New Orleanians take advantage of Fall with festivals. Outdoor extravaganzas of zydeco, spicy gumbo, and crafters.
I love Fall. On those perfect days in New Orleans when the humidity is low, and the air has a slight cool texture to it, the soft breezes flow under the mantle of wide-spreading limbs of the oaks. Everyone you meet has a little extra zip in his or her step. Heavenly!

