A few days ago marked the first official day of fall. As sad as I am to see summer go, I’m excited to welcome everything that comes with the changing seasons.
I think each season has something to offer, its own beauty. Fall brings with it crisp breezes and cool nights. It brings rays of sun that shine through the changing leaves as they blow in the wind. The leaves themselves melt from a lush green to a rustic orange, yellow or red. They gently fall to the earth before being swept up by the breeze and dancing in the air and coming back to lay on the ground.
Leaves crunch underneath my feet whenever I go for a walk. I love that sound. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s simply one of those things that goes along with the season. Maybe it’s a reminder of the changing seasons. Whatever the reason, there’s something lovely about hearing the leaves crunch with every step on the pavement or path through the woods.
Lets not forget about the food. The house starts to smell like fresh baked apple pie or apple sauce. Other times it smells like pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread pudding. The aroma floats through the house and fills the lungs. Fall is the seasons of apples and pumpkins.
Then there’s the smell of the season, the smell of fall. This is a tricky one to put into words. It’s almost something you have to feel – the crisp air with the sun that’s still hot enough to warm your skin, the smell of the cool air itself, the smell of leaves.
Fall has a sent all it’s own.