It's that time of year again.
The air is cooler.
The leaves are beginning to change from vibrant shades of green to awe inspiring shades of flames. Roadsides are on fire. Beautiful fire. Out with the old...but the new pays homage...it is patient and lets us enjoy the beauty of death and decay. It shows its respect. It's a powerful force, death.
There's something about this time of year. I love it. I love taking walks, going for drives, going to the cider mill on our way to the cabin. There's something about cider donuts washed down with fresh apple cider. Walking the corn maze, letting the kids pick their pumpkins...this is a serious challenge to them, it would be a failed mission if they didn't try to walk out of there with a pumpkin three times their own body weight.
Fall is the front door to the time of year when family traditions abound. Excitement begins growing for the fun of bobbing for apples at Halloween parties, the knowledge that the ultimate family dinner is around the corner, and for Christmas morning when adults are just as excited as their kids to see what St. Nick has left beside the fireplace.
Bike rides become inspirational. For a few short months the world around you gets along to celebrate holidays, friendship, and family and this is what the backyard of Michigan looks like.
It's the perfect chance to sit back and enjoy and reflect on the year that's quickly coming to an end. The perfect time to say goodnight to summer and get ready to read to it the exciting story of fall before tucking her into a cold winter's night.