Anybody that’s spent time in San Francisco knows that summer is not summer. Summer feels like fall with its 60 degree weather….and fall feels a bit like summer (at least the months of September and October). Even Mark Twain was once quoted saying: “The coldest winter I spent was a summer in San Francisco.” If you’re thinking I’m kidding, I’m not. Evidence? I snapped this picture of palm trees in my neighborhood blowing in the wind. It captures the perfect essence of an SF summer. Still waiting for the warm temps to kick in….