From Chilly Coney to the Costa Del Snow

At first, I thought it was soot. When I was a kid, the apartment buildings in our neighborhood had huge incinerators. Sometimes when they were burning trash, stray ash would float in the air. So, when I looked out the window from the Duchess’s apartment Wednesday morning, my first thought was “soot.” Then I remembered that the buildings now all have huge trash compactors. Also, it was (and still is) November in New York. It could snow. Happily for us, it passed quickly and the ground was too warm for anything to stick.

BROOKLYN, WEDNESDAY.  SNOW MIXED WITH RAIN. ATLANTIC OCEAN IN BACKGROUND.
(CLICK ANY PHOTO. YOU CAN STILL HEAR US WHINE.)
THE WEATHER IN NEW YORK WAS “SPRING-LIKE” …
THE WEEK BEFORE WE WERE THERE.

Although we miss The Duchess and The Kid Brother, we’re glad to be back on the milder Costa Del Sol (a chilly 63F/17C right now). So, imagine my surprise yesterday afternoon, when I passed a snow-covered village on my way home from the market. A few minutes later I noticed the beach umbrellas (sombrillas) had dropped their “leaves.” I took photos of the bare “branches” and went back today to get some shots of the leaf piles. Winter is fast approaching. (Click any image to feel the chill.)

THE SNOW-COVERED VILLAGE ON THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA.
SOMBRILLA “LEAVES” READY FOR BAGGING.
IMAGINE THE SIZE OF THE RAKE USED TO PILE THOSE LEAVES.
ANOTHER STYLE OF RAKING.
SOMBRILLA FRAMES. HEADED FOR WINTER STORAGE.
DON’T YOU LOVE THE FALL COLORS?

This song from my childhood with my sister Dale always makes me think of her. (Well, any song from our childhoods makes me think of her.)

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

27 thoughts on “From Chilly Coney to the Costa Del Snow”

  1. LOL! Thanks for the chuckles! I like the snow-covered village and the huge leaves, with their fall colors. It doesn't actually snow in paradise, does it?

    I can't imagine living somewhere where soot was a common occurrence. I guess it's kinda like California smog or Mt. St. Helens ash – goes with the territory.

    Glad you both made it back safely. Happy Thanksgiving to you and San Geraldo.

  2. Yes we all have the 'autumn cleanup' to do! LOVE the orange of fall!!
    And who can forget this great Nat song? The 60's are never too far away!

  3. Ohhhh, I LOVE Nat King Cole 🙂 My dad always played his albums, and sang his songs (Dad always seemed to be singing while he was walking around the house :). After my dad died, it was a few years before I could listen to good ole Nat again… just hurt too much. Oh! And, when my now-husband proposed two years ago, guess what (by coincidence!) was playing in the background, on the radio– Nat King Cole singing, "When I Fall In Love" 🙂

  4. Anything by the god 'Nat' is, for me, evocative of a glorious time in popular music when we could hear all the words of the performer without them having to be over-enunciated – and the performer just singing with his/her own distinctive natural voice without any forced attempt to take on the qualities of other voices. In no other era was popular singing more justifiably recognised as supreme as it was in N.K.C.'s day.

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