Welcome, oh welcome, my most favorite season: Autumn!
Apples plump on the tree, leaves gild on the branches. The sea crashes on emptier shores, the north wind whistles and carries a chill. Glorious times. Hot cider, pumpkin bread, pears in everything, cinnamon and cardamom and nutmeg wafting through the home. Magic captured: amber afternoon light gleaming, purple shadows lengthening, a hint of piñon log fires somewhere in the distance.
The squirrels and birds dash hither and yon, snatching acorns and berries–hiding some, devouring others.
The nights will grow longer, the candles will be lit. There are trails to hike, candy to seek, sticky cakes to grab, honey-hued spirits to warm the heart. Sweaters and jeans and festivals and plans.
Welcome to the harvest, and the waning of the year!