“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers” – Anne of Green Gables
Fall is my favorite time of year. Whenever the trees lose their leaves it’s like they are starting over fresh and I believe fall is the season to start fresh again. Everything is full of beauty, color, and life until the winter comes and the world is silent and still in the cold air.
When I was younger I spent many long days at my local arboretum. I have been going there since I was a little girl and I share many fond memories of taking nature walks with my mother. As I got older I appreciated the gardens more and I would stop to soak in everything, it soon became my happy place. On nice days after school I would go to the arboretum and find a nice secluded spot under a tree and do my homework, sometimes even read a book. I could be content for hours being there.
Pumpkin patches remind me of my childhood. Happiness and fall festivities usually happened around a pumpkin patch. For some odd reason pumpkins always make me happy. Maybe it’s because of the bright orange color or how each one has their own unique shape. I love searching through the fields looking for that perfect pumpkin that would come home with me.
I love going to my local apple orchard house to pick up fresh picked apples. Apples some how taste better when you pick them out at a local market than when you get them at the grocery store. I especially love to pick out apples to make a pie with. Whenever I think of fall, I think of the warm, spicy smell of a fresh baked apple pie sitting out on the kitchen counter.