I love Fall.
Fall is my favorite season, by far.
I love the bracing snap of pristine, cold days. The foggy mornings are so peaceful and as I look out the window of my home, I'm glad for the reassuring closeness of my house, and my fireplace whose flames comfort me. The exquisite colors and elegance of the trees decked out in magnificent garments takes my breath away every time I leave the house and drive anywhere. I love the familiarity of old sweaters taken out again and worn, like old friends and dear companions. I look forward to the fresh picked crispness of homegrown apples and the spicy, benevolent pumpkin goodies that come out of my oven on these sweet days. The smell of the loamy, earthy leaves as they slowly melt and fade into the soil is the perfect foil for the rich, drifting scent of wood smoke from so many random chimneys.
I grew up in Orange County, CA, and I never knew there were such things as different seasons. I'd never known the patter of rain on the roof or the lacy whiteness of frost on the eaves. I just didn't know the poetry and poignancy of each different, starkly defined season! I'd never seen a vividly colored tree or the flutter of golden leaves floating softly on the wind. I thought all the world was blue sky and palm trees and beaches.....
Until I moved to the Pacific Northwest.
And I so thank God that I ended up here. I'm thankful and I remember the joy of learning that indeed, there were seasons, and that each one was different and appealing in their own ways. I remember the first golden tree I saw, and how I marveled at its gaudy, brilliant leaves. There was nothing shy about that tree! And thus began my love affair with all things Autumnal.
I would love to have Fall all year 'round......
What's your favorite season and why?