Ladies and gentlemen, the autumnal equinox is upon us. This means cooler weather, colorful leaves, sweaters, scarves, and pumpkin everything.
Confession: I like the idea of pumpkin spiced lattes and cakes and bread, but I do not enjoy the taste. At all. I love the smell and the pumpkins themselves, but I cannot eat or drink anything that is pumpkin spicy.
It’s hard describe with words what exactly it is that makes fall so magical. For me, it’s always been more of a feeling, an experience of the senses. Fall looks like crisp blue skies, orange and red and yellow leaves, brown grass, haystacks, and just a touch of purple and black. Fall smells like pumpkin spice and firewood and wool sweaters and a fresh northern breeze. Fall sounds like the crackle of leaves and the whispers of wind and a hint of eerie, hypnotic, ethereal music. Fall feels like crisp, cool, refreshing air, like the memories of ghosts who’ve gone before, like for the first time, all magic is possible.
Fall is a time to spend with your friends and family. It’s a time for state fairs and pumpkin patches and being outside. It’s a time to savor and enjoy. It’s a time to remember what it means to be simple and to believe in what we can’t see.
Best of all, it’s a time for ghosts and witches and things that go bump in the night.
Happy Fall everyone!
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