In Texas the first day of fall always feels more like the middle of spring. You know it is here when you walk outside in the morning and instead of the pavement feeling like a dull heat of an oven that has been off for a couple hours it is cool and refreshing on your sole. The neighborhood is quiet and peaceful. The children that normally run and scream are in awe of the new sensations, the cool breeze, the quiet cicadas, the dragonflies dancing all around. It feels like life, only to be stolen away when the true frost comes in. So until then vive la primavera…