Being from the Midwest, l love fall. It’s the time of year when the world becomes a box of crayola crayons dumped out onto the horizon.
That was before I moved ot China.
Fall in China does have its colors: red, red and uh, more red.
Though the trees aren’t as colorful, the boys don’t seem to mind. The trees are still good to climb.
Since Kunming’s climate is semi tropical, the leaves don’t put on a fall fashion show. However, the senior fashionistas do. Actually, Kunming is a lot like Fort Lauderdale. Just replace the Jewish delis and expensive facelifts with stinky tofu and priceless faces.
But small candied apples on a stick is a local street treat.
They are guaranteed to pull out any dental work.
Since I miss fall colors, I had to be resourceful.
I create my own.
Jeff likes to wrap himself in it.