What fall means to me is bright colors everywhere, with the turning leaves yellow, orange, red, and colored pumpkins, orange and white.
It’s picking the perfect pumpkin in the patch, to carve out into a silly face and put on display for the whole neighborhood to see.
Fall to me is jumping in leaf piles and getting leaves stuck in my hair all day. It’s drinking warm apple cider, from freshly picked and pressed apples.
It is the days getting shorter, frost starting to appear in the early mornings, and the promise of snow in the upcoming weeks.
Fall to me is baking apple muffins to go with chai tea on a chilly Sunday morning and spending the weekend outside, going hiking, exploring, and sitting around a camp-fire.
What fall means to me is spending time with my family, taking in the season’s colors and warmth, and enjoying the last weeks before winter approaches.
It’s picking the perfect pumpkin in the patch, to carve out into a silly face and put on display for the whole neighborhood to see.
Fall to me is jumping in leaf piles and getting leaves stuck in my hair all day. It’s drinking warm apple cider, from freshly picked and pressed apples.
It is the days getting shorter, frost starting to appear in the early mornings, and the promise of snow in the upcoming weeks.
Fall to me is baking apple muffins to go with chai tea on a chilly Sunday morning and spending the weekend outside, going hiking, exploring, and sitting around a camp-fire.
What fall means to me is spending time with my family, taking in the season’s colors and warmth, and enjoying the last weeks before winter approaches.
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