I love, love, love fall. It is so very clearly the very best season of them all. You still get some warm (even hot) days yet an extra blanket is a good idea for sleep. It doesn't seem silly to wear a light scarf in the morning or evening and my toes are happy to be wrapped up in some hand knitted socks from last winter. I no longer feel silly with my knitting needles out- and, instead, begin to feel frantic when I don't have them as that's one less moment I can work on a gift before Christmas. While the season officially starts on the 23rd, today felt like it was the first true day of fall here at my house, so I'm claiming that it has begun. In all honesty it actually began a few weeks ago- I noticed that the apricot tree was beginning to look bare, my tomatoes were finally ripening, watermelon were starting to grow, the pears were almost through and our persimmon tree was beginning to topple with ripening fruit. It was officially fall this afternoon, however, when I took my first bite of an apple off our tree. There is much written about the extravagant sweetness and the taste of summer in a freshly picked summer peach- even I have gone down that literary path. But to taste fall in the crisp, clean, sweet-tartness that is a tree ripened apple. That is goodness.
Welcome fall, it is so very good to have you back.
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