Last Saturday, we had our first rain in I don’t know how long. Â Though it did mess up our outdoors plans, I can’t say I was entirely sorry. Â More than anything else, it reminded me that summer is over.
Just like that, it feels like fall around here.
Do I have Â a favorite season? Â Not really. Â From my perspective, the charm of the seasons is that every time a new one rolls around, I’m ready for it. But I can’t deny that fall holds a great deal of delight for me.
*I love the changing leaves. Â Granted, our NoCal foliage makes a pretty poor showing compared to the trees who live in colder climes, but we do still get yellow, red, orange, brown. Â Some neighborhoods — especially those with a lot of liquid amber or Chinese pistache trees –are particularly pretty.
*Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Pancakes, which one cannot buy year-round. Â They’re back, baby … and I’m celebrating.
*Halloween with my kids. Â Honestly, I think Halloween has gotten way too commercial over the last several years, but the actual experience of squiring my kids around the neighborhood on Halloween eve is pretty magical. Â You have to be very, very jaded not to catch their enthusiasm. Â And it brings back memories of my own childhood Halloweens, giving me the comforting sense that some things in life really don’t change.
*Pumpkin seeds toasted in the oven. Â Scott throws in some Worcestershire sauce, and oh, they are delish. Â It’s worth the mess of eviscerating the pumpkin just to taste that salty brown crunch again.
*All Saints’ Day.Â When I was a kid in Catholic school, ASD rocked because it meant we always had the day after Halloween as a school holiday.Â Now, I love it because I love thinking of the saints.Â They show us that there are a zillion different ways to live a life of purpose, and that holiness never looks exactly the same from one person to the next.
*Thanksgiving.Â It’s an underrated holiday, and one that never seems to change much over the years.Â My mom always makes the best rye-bread stuffing, she always serves mashed turnips (and I always take the tiniest possible taste for tradition’s sake), and there is always pumpkin pie and some sort of leaf-y centerpiece.Â It’s the holiday that seems caught in a time warp somehow, and I am such a nostalgic creature that I really, really like that.
What about you?Â What do you love about fall?
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