Today is October First of course and that means we are entering the Fall season, but in the fashion of the Keys the season comes in late, with a whimper and no discernible change.
Dispatches from Up North tell of changing leaf colors and dying gardens as the new season kicks in and the cold temperate earth starts to settle in for a winter of sleep.
Down here the changes are mild and pleasant with the of better to come. The sun shines, it's hot and humid though not as humid as before and tomorrow a cold front comes, the first of Fall and thus unlikely to produce much actual cold.
With a little camera fiddling I can make a grassy patch look like an actual field with tractor tracks cutting across it, see below, but there are no fields in the Keys, no crops, no agriculture and thus no ripening orchards or fallow fields.
There is no fog though we can fake some with the camera, and there is no frost and of that I have no desire to create any, fake or real.
Driving down to Key Wet a motorist might see a scene like this, snatched through the side window of the moving car.
Scenes like these won't change much and as winter progresses we will see more and more cars with tags from all over North America. And as Canadians, impoverished Socialists from Up Up North on their winter vacations, invade the Keys the grocery stores will pull out their cans of Crosse and Blackwell in time to celebrate the holidays with mincemeat and custard and shortbread and other weird delicacies imported to Canada from the mother country. And by extension the Keys, their winter home.
Things don't look like they do in the comics, where seasons follow regular unchanging patterns to keep newspaper readers happy. No snowballs here, no scarves, no leaf raking. We live apart.
That's okay, once you get used to it.
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