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The only thing I miss about being up north is Fall. I guess we have it here, but it's sporatic. Fall doesn't make a grand entrance here. It peeks in and out until December--when winter hits.
In Michigan, summer was over by October 1st. It was such a blatant switch--I loved that time of year. To actually have four distinct seasons was amazing. People started putting pumpkins on their porches, we got to bust out our scarves. Scarves actually had a purpose there, and weren't just a fashion accessory. But I can't complain too much about the south because it is the best place to be when the winter months hit.
Ice-scicles thicker than your head and longer than your entire body line the roofs of buildings waiting to fall and kill you. The icy winds are so strong, a snow man that took hours crumbles with the change in current.
But, my point is they have FALL. My favorite season! The leaves actually have a period where they are different colors on the trees. Here, they almost stay green until the last second before the fall off and die. No in between. Hot or cold.