Is it fall yet?

I'm cheating a little because this picture was taken last fall.  Yes, we do encounter fall in Texas.  I know that it is nothing like fall in the Northeast.  I know that, in most parts of the country, noone believes that we have true seasons on the Gulf Coast.  Not true. One just has to catch them on the run sometimes.
When fall sneaks in to Texas, it is tantalizing.  We have our first day after a broiling summer that the temperature does not exceed 90 degrees, and the air has just the right touch of "dry" to it, and if you really, really pay attention, the light outside begins to change.
And all of a sudden, you want to sit out on the patio somewhere, and listen to some Texas music, and have a messy plate of barbeque and a Shiner Bock.  It's just the right thing to do.
Or, perhaps find the nearest arboretum, and go for a very long walk, listen to the birds, look for the first signs of fall color.  And if you see any, color that is, you really hope to have your camera along to capture it right then, because if you don't, it may be gone by next week.
Sometimes, we actually decide to take a trip "back East" to see the color - to see what is supposed to look like in its rightful form.  You know - where whole hillsides are painted with yellows, oranges, reds, and such. Maybe, someday, I will have the desire to do that.  For now, it's really not practical because our busiest guest season of the year is ramping up.  'Tis the time of year for going back into the gardens, savoring the  outside, strolling rather than slogging, tuning in to the cicadas, and eagerly awaiting the first nippy morning when you don't even want a sweater because you so anticipate the chill against your skin.
And with that, I just noticed that my air-conditioner is dripping in a place where it should not be dripping... Mmmmmmmmmmm.