When I lived in Florida many years ago, I’d hear a common refrain from people back home in the Midwest: “I’d love to move there, but I’d miss the change of seasons.” I was always happy to tell them that Florida — the northern part, anyway, where I lived — does have its own seasonal shifts. It’s true that if you’re looking for the dramatic and overwhelming technicolor of a New England or Midwestern autumn, you might be disappointed in Florida’s autumn transformation; it’s a much subtler, gentler change, but it’s palpable. I was always able to discern it.
I haven’t been back to Florida in the autumn in many years, and I was happy to be there last week. Autumn was in full swing. This is what it looks like on my beloved Silver River.