A True Fall

It has been a while since we've seen a true fall. I believe last year we had some horrendous storm that blew all the leaves from the trees before they had a chance to show off their autumn wardrobe. They went from that dull-golden green to bleak branches of winter in one day.

Not this year. Every street is touched by autumn's golden-orange-red palette. I actually enjoy driving down Kellogg. The idiot drivers don't annoy me as much against a backdrop of burning bushes.

And the sound. I love the rustling of the leaves, the crunch beneath your feet. It reminds me of walking home from school as a child, library books in hand; carving pumpkins, drinking cider, ding-dong door to door with plastic jack-o-lanterns in hand, circling items in the JCPenney Christmas catalog (those lists took months of preparation).

My house is filled with the scent of pumpkin spice candles, sandalwood incense, chicken tortilla soup, potato corn chowder, cornbread, buttermilk biscuits.

It is truly a season that is good for the soul and the senses.