The seasons around here don't really show off around here. There aren't any wild displays of color, no explosions of red and orange and gold. (I'm pretty sure that the tree in the front is dead as a result of the drought.)
The fall is usually noted here when the temperatures drop below 90 for multiple days. It doesn't really feel like fall, however, until the first norther comes blowing through, sending everyone scrambling for sweaters and long sleeves.
That could happen in November, or June, since Texas is known for crazy and impetuous weather. When a norther sweeps into town in the fall, everyone rejoices.
We call it Frito pie weather, because that's what we eat when it is cold and chilly. Frito pie involves taking a snack size bag of Fritos, opening the top, and pouring chili into the bag. Add some cheese and onion, stick in a spoon, and you're set. Go to any high school football game, grab a Frito pie and the carbonated beverage of your choice, and you will be instantly included in the group. You'll be expected to participate in discussions regarding the merits of the forward pass, or whether a 3-4 defense is acceptable. Opinions will be strong, because we're Texans. Cold weather brings out our fighting side, but it is all in good fun when you're hopped up on Frito pie.
What is fall like in your part of the world?
Go check out other visions of the fall weather over at Mamakat's World Famous Writer's Workshop!