So, this is the time of year when Central Texans rise to the occasion. It's officially Autumn and all the ladies are bustin' out the deep rich jewel tones, the Jackie O cardigans, and the tall tanned leather boots....while simultaneously lathering on the Arid Extra Dry I might add, because in all honesty, it's wishful thinking. We're still in Texas after all, and right about now the days creep well into the eighties. Regardless, there is something magical about October in this region of the nation. An invisible jovial bug infects us all, a side effect resulting from the menagerie of mosquito bites and sun burns accumulated over the summer I suppose. We pile ourselves in droves onto every creek side patio, into every tree lined restaurant, sipping margaritas and munching chips dipped in fresh cilantro salsa; hit every single trail or anything resembling a deep fresh breath of cool green greenbelt; pack picnic lunches laden with chilled iced Luzianne and slow roasted hatch chile cheese dip; then after a day romping about we head home to build fires in our fire pits, gleefully parading about our insect free yards, save for the inviting symphony of cicadas and their ectoskeletal overture.
I am madly in love with central Texas, but this was not always the case. It took an unexpected yet delightful affair with central west Texas to launch me into this realization, but that is a story for another time...
Saturday, October 16, 2010
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