The weather finally took a semi-permanent nosedive this week into cooler weather, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m sure I’m risking perpetuating an old cliché, but I can’t help but point out that fall truly is my favorite time of year. Mother Nature often seems to ignore the calendar in favor of setting her own schedule; so when the temperatures begin to dip and fail to rise back into the eighties, when the days begin to noticeably shorten, then the autumn is truly upon us. There are just so many things I love about this season; I had to share a few:
Fall leaves. The leaves at last show their “true” colors. Many trees aside from evergreens naturally have leaves as colorful as flower petals, but only in the autumn does their real beauty show through. Gradually as their foliage loses the green hues of spring and summer trees begin to show their individuality, as a riot of bright hues.
Cooler weather. In between the swelter of summer and the chill of winter, come days when we can leave off the artificial environment of central air or heat and leave the windows open. Even with crisp mornings or chilly evenings, an open window can feel wonderful, as the sounds and smells of nature are allowed to permeate the air too often kept stuffy and closed. Also banished, for many of us living in the Midwest, are the oppressive allergies that come with high heat and humidity.
Holiday cooking. Harvest time promises a wealth of fresh ingredients, as well as a plethora of new recipes from websites and magazines, gathered to tempted loved ones with new, seasonal, creations. Cooking and experimenting with some of this bounty is a challenge I utterly enjoy, and something my family always appreciates at holiday gatherings.
Halloween. Ever since I was a child, I highly anticipated the one day of the year that sanctioned the opportunity to pretend to be someone else, if only for the day. The options are only limited by one’s imagination, and can be as simple as putting on a hat or cape, or be as elaborate as one may desire. For one day of the year, it is perfectly acceptable to pretend to be a superhero, or a pirate, or anything else you once dreamed of in childhood.
As I sit to write this, I’ve already laid in a supply of candy to give out next week to trick-or-treaters. I haven’t decided who I want to be for Halloween, but I’ll think of something. Later, maybe I’ll go to the park and take in the sights of a landscape that’s transformed over the last few months in a way that’s almost unrecognizable from spring. I’ve already picked some of the dishes I’ll make for the weekend, and am thinking about Thanksgiving…
I really do get excited about this time of year. I hope you can enjoy it as well.