I love the warm sun on the cool-ish days and I love the crisp nights. I love sitting by a warm fire with a cup of hot cider or tea, looking up at the stars in the clear sky. I love the reds and golds of the leaves and the crunch that they make underfoot.
I love the spicy, woodsy, smoky smell of burning leaves. I love sleeping with the windows open and waking up culed up under my down comforter. I love sweaters and boots and fleece and trousers. I love squash and chili and warm creamy comfort food.
I love baking and the warmth and good smells it sends through the house. I love All Saints and the end of the church year. I love Redeemer's Sauerkraut Supper.
I'm not looking forward to winter, but I love fall.
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Now where does a person who lives in the city get the smell of burning leaves, I wonder?
It's my favorite season as well. For all the reasons you state, and more. It's a visceral thing for me, almost hard-coded into me. I have a hard time putting it into words just how/why I like it so much, and find it so comforting, but I do.
I know what you mean, Glen. :)
Fall and spring. We can skip winter and summer, IMO.
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