There is no doubt that autumn is probably my favorite season. I try not to think about what follows autumn, as I relish the crisp days, the earthy smell, the golden light bouncing off the leaves.
It is a time for hot, homemade soup. Fresh baked whole grain bread, drizzled with butter. Spicy herbal tea. Pumpkin spice coffee. Warm apple pie, mulled cider, candy corn.
It is the time when I enjoy listening to classical guitar; when I reach for my frumpy wool sweater and my fuzzy purple socks. I drive the roads of Wayne and Pike County in northeastern PA, and make frequent stops, so that I may savor the beauty that is mine to enjoy.
I stop by the dike at Lake Wallenpaupack and take in the sunset, which comes so much earlier than in July...I say goodbye to the Canada geese with a bit of wistful sadness, and look forward to their hearty returning cries which my heart glad in March, after a frosty winter.
It is a time for run-on sentences and rambling. And a time for thankfulness, for another good year.
Enjoy the show.
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