I love fall, although my allergies don't share my sentiment. The colors, the crispness, the clothes. Sweaters, sweatshirts, well-worn jeans, and soft leggings -- the stuff of comfort and coziness, contrasting with the crispness and bite of the air outside. Fall has been playing hide-and-seek with us this month, but the small taste we've gotten leaves me hungry for more. My chair in our sunroom gives me a front-row seat to the best and worst of each season, but the changing colors of autumn bring a variety to each day rivaled only by the bursting buds of spring.
When we were out to visit my daughter last month, she pointed to a tree and said, "That's my favorite red." I remember her doing this once before when she was in college, and I find it fascinating that her favorite color is one found only in nature, in a particular season. No crayon, paint color, or article of clothing quite makes the cut in the same way.
With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I'm hoping fall decides to join us on a more long-term basis. Meanwhile, I'm going to make it a point to look up and enjoy the colors of the leaves on the bounty of trees that flank the road I drive to work. They are, indeed, breathtaking, and I want to be careful not to miss the opportunity to soak in their beauty before those same branches are bare and/or covered in snow.
What says fall to you?
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