Sunday, April 20, 2008
Autumn in April = the most nonsensical phrase ever uttered.
The smell of roasting almonds on the streets is missing
Trees are still green, no specks of orange, yellow or red
Unlit Christmas decorations are not being hung downtown in preparation
Cozy bars in the Village aren't packed with the conversations on Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas
Pumpkins aren't for sale at the farmer's markets
Seasonal drinks are not on the menu, no one has ever heard of Pumpkin Spice or Gingerbread lattes
It's autumn in April and I miss New York when it's spring.