Fall is always kind of depressing in Texas. It seems like it should be nice out and you should be able to go for a stroll amidst the vibrant red and orange foliage. When really, its pretty much no different than July.
This is quite apparent while sweating like a fat guy jumping rope in the attic from just trying to lay my 3 month old on a pumpkin. We went to a fall family ministry event at a ranch with the James' and the Johns. Pushing a stroller over rocky paths is no easy task. The children got the opportunity to pet some goats, see some horses, watch their dads shoot slingshots and play box hockey, and their moms fail miserably in a cake walk... all while risking heat stroke.
They survived and we got quite a few cute pictures.... which is all that matters.