Fall is my favorite season.
But this very moment in fall is truly my favorite– when most of the leaves are still clinging to the branches, their colors changing, setting the world on fire. The humid Cleveland air turns from thick and fevered to crisp perfection.
Leaves crunch beneath your feet and release that saccharine, hopeful aroma that is autumn; That particular smell that contains childhood memories and hopeful wishes for your future.
The days are still warm with the glow of sun, but the evenings bear a chill that demand all things cozy– sweaters, blankets, chili, Hot Toddys, bonfires, and movies.
It’s the season of apple-picking, pumpkin-carving, hay rides, long walks, listening to old jazz records, butternut squash soup, scary movies, carmel apples, football, layering, leaf-raking, knitting, and cider.
Every season is beautiful and brings the promise of new life, adventure, and accomplishments.
But, Autumn. Autumn is just the most blissful, the most beautiful, the absolute best.
What do you think? Do you have a favorite time of year?
Until next time!