Fall....the death of Summer.

It's funny how at the begining of every new season I always feel nostalgic for the years past. It always just catches me by supprise and I look around at the beauty of the changing leaves and the wonderous colors that are brought on by the slow death of summer. I breathe in deep the smells of the changing life around me. The fall always makes me want to sit and curl up with a couple of books under a warm fluffy blanket and sip hot tea or cider while the wind and rain beat against the window. I bake alot in the fall. It's strange how the weather can alter our moods and mental state. Life around us is always reinventing it's self in the relentless march of the seasons. I love the fall with the warm tones and the drastic differences between light and dark, cold and warm. I know people who hate this time of year, but I think it's one of the most beautiful. Funny how beautiful the world can be as everything dies for the winter. The leaves are so tempting and I re-live memories of childhood jumping through endless piles of orange and red maple leaves. I love the fall..The death of Summer.

MK