I love the smell of crispy fall leaves underfoot on a mountain trail. I’ve never been able to describe the smell-tangy, earthy, fall-like-see? It is rich and full and part of it has to do with the crinkly crunch as you walk with a few yellow, red and brown leaves still clinging to branches.
I love the chill in the early morning and the possibility in a few flying flurries. Cloudy, grey days give everything a sense of peace and stillness. And, wait for it, the little apple tree is already
begging for the Christmas lights, yes, begging. I have, of course, said, “No, you’ll have to wait for a bit longer.” But still, it follows me when I’m outside with longing for those colored lights that bring a special kind of magic to its bare branches.
I love the steamy breath of horses against the rising sun, the sunny warmth of early afternoon, the early dark bringing the stars to shine and sparkle before the middle of the night. And it’s almost hot chocolate and marshmallow season. Fall is my favorite season, right next to winter.