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Spring has it’s appeal – new growth, new life, a welcome warming after the trials of wintertime. But autumn gets my vote for favorite season. There’s an urgency to fall, that last opportunity to take care of business before winter sets in. The beauty seems more fleeting, more transient, and all the more stunning because of it. The sights, smells, and tastes linger in the memory. How many visceral memories are tied to the smell of leaves burning, pumpkin pies baking, apple cider, funnel cake at the state fair? How many of those scents take us all the way back to childhood?
Fall is when I insist on time to myself to go camping, to travel, to work in the yard. I celebrate this time of year with great relish.