Do you see what I did with the title there?? If not, read on…
One of the things I love most about my best friend Kim is that she gets me. Not only do we both have two children exactly the same age, husbands who would give up their jobs to golf every day, but we are originally from New England and live in the south. We talk fast, love Italian food, and find the same humor in the countless differences between life in the north versus life in the south. There are so many wonderful bonuses of living below the Mason-Dixon line – such as real life southern neighborly charm and our proximity to the white sandy beaches in the Panhandle. Fall and winter are interesting seasons to experience here in Georgia though – and I will say, hands down, Fall is better in the North.
There is no such thing as pumpkin picking around here – it’s more like, here are a bunch of pumpkins someone already picked for you. Sure there are plenty of farms where one goes to get their pumpkin, but a farm with an actual pumpkin patch where you pull the pumpkin off of the vine – good luck finding one of those.
If you’re planning on leaving the house early in the morning and not returning until evening, you better dress in layers. A nice fall day in Georgia starts out with temperatures around 55-60 degrees, but by 2pm, one may think it’s summer again. What’s humorous is that people are unphased by the ridiculous spike in temps and dress like it’s chilly regardless of the fact they’re visibly sweating. This drives me nuts.
Here is Fall in Connecticut:
Here is Fall in Georgia:
So much for the leaves changing…now you see them, now you don’t
There is nothing more beautiful than a New England fall. Last year when Annabelle and I flew home to visit my family, I actually teared up as we passed over the foliage. I made my Mom drive me all around the outskirts of town so I could marvel at the beauty of the leaves. Don’t get me wrong – here in Georgia, the leaves do change….rather quickly. One day they are green, the next they’re yellow, then they become red, and on the fourth day, they become brown and fall off the trees.
Here is Fall in Connecticut…
Here is Fall in Georgia…
Don’t get me wrong…
I’ve lived away from Connecticut for 11 years, so I have not experienced a proper Autumn in a long time. I love being able to visit my family during these months so I can smell the crisp air while we visit my favorite orchard in town for fresh apple cider. Don’t get me wrong... not every day feels like summer and there are plenty of places around us in Georgia where we can go to do all the fun fall stuff I love so much. It’s just not the same when it’s 80 degrees outside while you’re carving a pumpkin.