Looking out the window it seems to be a dreary day, but upon exiting the house I realized I was wrong. The first thing I noticed was the red, orange and brown, dried up leaves on my porch.
The very first signs of fall.
The smell in the air is relaxing and a sure sign that winter is just around the corner. The breeze has a brisk chill to it but the air itself is quite warm, it is finally sweatshirt weather. I know many people long for summer and shorts, and swimming but I personally long for fall. The heat that makes your clothing stick to your skin is gone and replaced by weather that is much more comfortable and honestly more bearable. The humidity is dissipating and the season that carries the promise of Halloween, with children running around dressed as ghosts and goblins and famous pop-stars and Thanksgiving which is notably a season of family togetherness, thanks for your life and most importantly Family, is upon us.
I remember the kids and I going outside, when they were little tykes, not long ago, filling up our orange colored garbage bags adorned with many different faces of Jack-o-Lanterns that are cut out of pumpkin , full of dried leaves to decorate our lawn and at the same time jumping in the piles making leaves fly everywhere.
This time of year means, for me anyway, that its time for pants and sweatshirts and snuggling up with a good book. It means the air will soon start to smell like wood smoke from those that use a wood stove or fireplace to heat their homes. The smell of hearty home cooked meals, like beef stew, lasagna or better yet Venison, will fill my home and the homes of all those I know. This is the season of relaxation and family, the season of comfort and happiness.
I do have to be honest though, Fall also signifies the soon to arrive Winter season and I am not a lover of snow. This may seem strange as I live in Vermont but, beyond the very first snow fall (which usually melts within a day) I absolutely despise winter and the icy roads and below freezing weather. I also very much despise the dirty nasty brown snow that becomes the every day sight from the first time we get dumped with enough snow that they have to sand, salt and plow and I definitely can’t wait for the first flower to pop its head up and bloom or that very first blade of bright green grass to break through the freshly renewed soils of spring and the hope of a new and better year to come.
If you look outside your window, or step out your door right now, what do you see, feel and smell? What is your favorite season and why?