We have a dogwood tree in our front yard that I can see from “my” chair in the living room. Its leaves have almost all changed from green to orange just in this past week. When we drive to church this morning I know we’ll see evidence of the coming season all along the way. I keep hanging onto the fact that we have about a week until summer is officially over, but the blending of one season into another is undeniable.
I do love fall. Here in my corner of PA, it’s almost always temperate. The humidity in the air goes away, and we are left with crystalline color that simply takes one’s breath away. The mosquitoes turn tail and fly to warmer places; I hope they die there before they can reproduce 🙂 Warm days, cool nights, great for cuddling under a puffy comforter.
People are starting to talk about pumpkin spice lattes, although I have to say they’re not my personal favorite. Too sweet. But the roadside farm market stands are chock full of corn, tomatoes, and pumpkins already.
Friends posted pictures of going apple-picking yesterday, so there will be lots of applesauce, apple butter, and apple pie in kitchens all over this area. The bounty of the harvest is always exciting. Out in Amish country, you can stop at just about every farm and sample the delicious apple cider; fruits and vegetables overflow the market tables.
Fall lasts a long time here. We don’t have winter really setting in until after the New Year, usually. Growing up, I was disappointed if it hadn’t snowed by Thanksgiving. Now, I’m thankful that it almost never snows that early 🙂
Something else we see in abundance: Yard sales, garage sales, neighborhood sales. We seem inclined to get rid of stuff, maybe in anticipation of the glut of Christmas that the stores are already promoting. If you love yard sales, you’d love living here right now!
Looking at all of it brings music to my mind. No surprise there–I almost always have music running in my head. This morning? “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come!”