It was a long, hot and dry summer.
Despite the hurricanes and flooding on all sides of us, San Antonio went into year two of the latest drought.
And so "Fall" was late.
Our bougainvillea finally bloomed--most of the ones around here have purple or pink or orange flowers: we like the red just to be different.
Sycamore leaves turning.
Sex parts of the same tree.
Our lemon tree has a few little fruits with zero chance at maturity before a freeze kills them.
A neighbor's whatchacallit.
All photos were taken within a few minutes of each other two weeks ago when I got a sudden bug up my ass to record how odd the autumn here has turned out.
Absolutely nothing has changed since then, besides the odd pepper maturing enough to eat and the temperature dropping.
It's like we're stuck in the slow lane of life and everyone else is passing us by, getting snow and rain and life and death while we struggle to detect whether or not the grass is any browner than last month...