In the past couple of years, fall has become my favourite season of all. I love the crisp days, the low sun, the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze and the crunching of leaves under my feet. I love how it gets dark earlier. Chilly nights mean getting into PJ pants earlier and relaxing at home. I even enjoy the rainy fall days. Rainy days mean low expectation for productivity. They are days meant for making some headway on a knitting project or relaxing with a good book and a cup of tea.
Fall means leaving peanuts out for the Bluejays.
Fall means going to the greenhouse to pick a yellow mum,