This morning I woke up to a cold, but bright, fall-leaf-colored morning. Fall has always been my favorite time of year. The leaves turn everything multi-colored, it's not so hot that you nearly fall over when you step outside, and, of course, there are those pumpkin spice lattes everyone goes on and on about.
I remember raking up huge leaf piles, just to jump in them and scatter them everywhere again. (What do you mean, "put them in bags"? Son, this was the country, we just raked them over the bank toward the creek.)
I also remember the beginning of deer season. I would sit on the couch in the living room and watch across the road for the tell-tale blaze orange walking up that ridge. Twas the season for dead animals hanging in people's yards-the bigger the antlers, the more prominently displayed. Gotta brag, you know.
Because school always started right around fall, I've always associated fall with a time to hunker down and get focused. Something about the air clearing up from the summer haze always helps with that.
The Fall Festival was always fun too. We don't have a big festival here in the QC. Sure, the school down the road has one, but it's not the same as the whole town coming together and wandering around until the Confederate soldiers arrive. (Okay maybe that was me.)
Football starts in the fall. There are pretty much only two seasons of the year-football and baseball. Also basketball keeps sticking its head in and annoying everyone, and the hockey fans are fighting off to the side, and then some hipster is all like "Football? You mean futbol." but no one actually listens. Football is basically a bunch of grown men fighting over a toy, but darn if it isn't thrilling.
Also, fall does in fact include Halloween, and I love Halloween, if you couldn't tell by my troll-y Oct. 31st post.
So, let's give it up for Fall! And pumpkin spice lattes, because those things seriously are awesome.
I get to see this every day.