Fall doesn’t come to Southern California like it does in most other states. When my brother invited me out to Detroit for a few days, I jumped at the chance to do some good old fashioned Leaf Peeping. My brother and his lovely wife and son live in the quintessential American Dream of a neighborhood in a suburb of Detroit called Royal Oak. Tree-lined streets, homes of every shape and size decked out for the fall season. It was a dream come true for me and my leggings.
The trip wasn’t just about the foliage. The reason for the seasonal trip was of course to rock out to Sir Paul McCartney. I willingly take my musical cues from my brother, and when he supplies the tickets, it’s best not to turn them down.
The morning I was to head back to Sunny Southern California my Sister-in-Law treated my father and me to a trip to the Yates Cider Mill. You step out of the car and are instantly transported back to a time without iPhones, Snapchat and all things distracting. The smell of apple cinnamon doughnuts wafting in the air makes the visit that much better.
Leave it to my brother to remind me that I do, in fact, sort of miss having changing seasons.