I love fall, Gentle Reader. I love the frost on the ground, the nip in the air. I love wearing sweatshirts and sweaters and warm socks. I love the oranges, reds, and yellows of the turning leaves outside. I even love the stark, patient beauty of a bare tree preparing for winter.
I love watching our cats follow the sun’s path as they move from window to window. They migrate throughout the house in search of a sunny patch or a warm lap.
I love watching my children play outdoors, bundled and panting as they run while their breath comes out in cloudy puffs. All red noses and fingertips when they come inside, we’ll cuddle on the couch under a blanket and read a book together while my own body heat warms them up slowly. By the time the chapter is over, they’ve forgotten they were ever cold.
The weather changes what’s available for us to eat. I love making soup and planning recipes with pumpkin or leeks. Recipes that rarely come to fruition because the children in my household don’t like pumpkin or leeks. I love the seasonal food that is starting to fill the shelves at the store: cider, eggnog, pomegranates, and cranberries. Their short availability makes them feel very exotic indeed.
Everything changes in the fall. Even my own blog shifts from talking about gardening and canning to discussing books and school. The days are shorter, the nights are longer. It’s a natural rhythm that fills me with an odd sort of peace, a chance to experience something that is both new yet also familiar.
What do you love about the fall?