My, what a difference a few months makes. In the springtime, we consider sixty-four degrees (F) a heat wave. Temperatures rising past sixty call for shorts and flip-flops, afternoons spent basking in the glorious sunlight. We may even munch on a carrot stick or two, just for good measure. Now that fall has arrived, it’s an altogether different story. Just like that, sixty-four degrees becomes sweater and scarf weather. We feel compelled to nestle in with a cup of steaming hot goodness, light candles, and bake us a little comfort. It’s one of the reasons I love living in a town with four seasons. Even when things are the same, they are different.
Still, the autumn season remains a favorite; here’s just a hint as to why . . .