As the leaves fall with the gentle breeze and roll down the rooftops to hit the pavement of the sidewalks and patios of the neighborhood, it sounds just like rain. It’s a warm winter evening in houston, texas. it’s about 70 degrees as we sit and try out our firestarters, rolling paper to make logs for the fire we rarely use for heat and more often use for barbeque. the greenhouse is full of young strawberries. the pool is crystal clear. this is winter in the south.