And I love it. For me, it’s the season of my birth, so fall is my own personal new year. It’s when the air is crisp and the mornings dewy. The sun hasn’t quite gone on hiatus, yet nightfall arrives a bit earlier each day. The harvest moon graces us with its eerie presence at the autumnal equinox. For me, it always invokes visions of hay rides, headless horsemen, haunted houses…Halloween.
‘Tis the season of juicy sweet apples. Candy corn. Brussels sprouts. A cozy fire. A warm throw. A mug of hot mulled cider. A good book you can’t put down.
It’s the return of the rain. Red wine. Riding boots. Crush season. Pumpkin season. Football season.
Here in Seattle, the arboretum is in full color. Husky Stadium is full of purple and gold. Our hall closets are full of leather jackets and gloves and scarves. The flip-flops are stashed and the wellies take their place.
It’s the dawn of a new season, a new era, a new beginning. Adieu, summer 2010. And enchante to you, my autumn friend.