I too am a fall lover. I'm originally from "down east" and always loved the gorgeous hues of the maple leaves. Early fall is the best, where the leaves are turning their scarlets, bronze, gold and orange, yet the grass is still green. Days are warm and lazy, with only the occasional surviving fly buzzing around--no mosquitoes, no midges, no nasty wasps. Night are crisp and require comforters and the occasional furnace run to keep the house at habitable temperatures.
Even out west, autumn is gorgeous. Instead of the scarlets of the east, we have the brazen gold of the west. Leaves get raked into bonfires and people with fireplaces start burning their carefully hoarded firewood. The air is permeated with the fragrances of fall--woodsmoke, burning leaves, the sun-warmed wine of the air.
I am inspired to get my patio plants down and pulled, because they have been killed by the nighttime frost. But the little pine tree is thriving and the gazebo furniture is warm in the daytime sun. It's fun to sit out there and remember the excesses of summer, and live in the cool, beautiful conservatism of autumn.
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