I hate fall

I hate fall.

At the Farmers’ Market, sweet peaches and plump plums replaced by pomegranates and crisp Fiji apples.

I hate fall the same way I hate Sunday night. Because I hated it in fourth grade. Even though I live in southern California where fall weather is perfect.

I hate fall. Because I know what’s coming.

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Julie Butcher is a retired Los Angeles city union leader, now writing and reporting in La Crescenta and enjoying her grandchildren and a little garden.

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