Fall

Fall seems like such a simple word for the season I love most. I am sure it is because the leaves fall off the trees, but after looking up the etymology of Autumn and Fall, I was surprised to learn that it is considered a season of melancholia.

Not for me!

Some cultures considered it backend, or the end of possibilities, or harvest time. I have always thought of it as a time for new beginnings.

The air goes from the stultifying, overgrown heat of August to the fresh, cool, even chilly temperatures of October and November and I'm willing to wait through September to experience that.

The world takes on the basic reds, yellows and browns of Autumnal leaves and then presents the gorgeous bare bones of trees all across the land.

School is starting and the prospect of a whole new year hangs deliciously juicy and rich right above my head.

Mornings are often cloudy and cozy followed by crisp clear blue and white afternoon skies.

The sun feels just a bit more welcome and the breezes caress my soul with possibilities.

I love Fall!