I love autumn. It’s a feast for the senses.
The leaves are so pretty they make me cry. The crisp air is wonderfully fragrant with the aroma of firewood burning.
I love the feel of the softest sweaters, and the way they keep me warm yet allow the chilly air to put some pink in my cheeks.
I love that there are corn maizes and pumpkin patches and gourds of all colors.
I love high school football games, even when I was in the High School Marching band and had to wear three pairs of pantyhose to keep my legs warm. Hot chocolate never tasted so good…
I love making my Son’s Halloween costume, carving the jack-o-lantern and the taste of the pumpkin seeds.
I love the scratchy feel of the fallen leaves against my skin as I jump in a pile of them and watch as they float back to the ground.
And I love the depth of emotion I feel for our families as we celebrate Thanksgiving. The pumpkin pie isn’t bad, either.
I love autumn, and though I’m not experiencing some of my favorite fall traditions here in Florida, I do appreciate all of the gifts that autumn brings me here.