Sunday, October 16, 2011

I love Fall

I love this time of year when the air is crisp, but the days are still mostly warm. When you don't need the heater or the air conditioner - the temperature is just right! When the leaves in the mountain put on their spectacular grand finale of color. When the harvest comes in - always more bounteous than you ever expected. When your house smells like baking, and canning all the time. When you can still hike in the mountains or barbecue on the patio, but it's not blazing hot. When you eat fruits and veggies by the dozens and still can't get enough. When squash decorate your house for a month, not because you're particularly decorative by nature, but because there's no place else to put them. When you can set your boys free to play in the corn patch or dig in the garden, thrilling their little souls.

To me, fall smells warm like homemade bread. It feels fresh like the wind and crisp like biting into an apple. It tastes sweet like a pie and savory like homemade stew. It sounds like laughter, crunching leaves and busy squirrels scurrying to gather nuts for the winter.