I love your smells. Like warm apple cider and cinnamon and spice. The leaves buring in the evening. The crisp air.
I love your tastes. Roasted pumpkin seeds, caramel apple (martinis!), soups and stews.
I love your colors. Righ eggplant, burnt orange, forest green, brown, brown, brown.
I love how you make me feel. No humidity. No sweating. No grass to cut. Sigh.
I love you so much, dear Fall, that I throw a party every year in your honor.