“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald
It’s the first day of fall, and there is literally nothing I don’t love about this season.
I love the smell. The earthy, musty scent of falling leaves, the dewy mornings, the spice of cinnamon, clove, amber and nutmeg, the comfort of a mug of apple cider, and the familiarity of an old favorite sweater.
I love the sound. The crackle of a fire, the crunch of fallen leaves, the soft whistle of a wind chime, the roar of a football game, and the scratch of a knife as a pumpkin is carved.
I love the feel. The cool, crisp air in my lungs, the warmth of the perfect cup of cider in my hands, the extra skip in my (booted) step, the excitement of adventure, and the anticipation of change.
I love the clothes. Boots, scarves, and oversized sweaters.
I love the food. Pumpkin-flavored everything, warm apple pie, hearty and comforting soup, red wine, and a warm cup of coffee.
I love the fun. Carving pumpkins, picking apples, tasting wines, taking long walks, and celebrating my birthday.
And last, but certainly not least, I love Autumn. Seriously, I love fall so much that I chose my best friend based on her seasonally appropriate name. (Just kidding. She’s actually pretty alright, and I don’t get to see her nearly as much as I’d like to.)
What are your favorite things about fall?
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