Fall is in the air. Since the Autumnal Equinox, each day has gotten colder than the next, the leaves are beginning to lose their green pigments, revealing vivid patches of banana yellows, ochres and crimsons — which oddly invokes visions of me plunging into a colorful pile of raked leaves as if I’m a part of a Lifetime TV movie. But, I digress.
I suddenly don’t miss the warmth of summer anymore but yearn for woolly sweaters, plush cable-knit scarves and toasty shearling boots.
I even crave big succulent apples but not the ones that have travelled thousands of miles on the back of a pick-up truck to land at my local supermarket. Like a country maiden, I want to lug a bushel of Granny Smith’s bests from a local grower.
Most importantly, I look forward to the first frost of the season. Imagine waking up in the morning, cracking open a window and seeing a sea of crystallized leaves. Oh, Autumn is simply magical.
What’s your favorite season?
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