For me Autumn doesn’t arrive with a specific day on the calendar. It doesn’t come when the weather changes (this is Missouri, we just had 70 degree weather two days ago) from warm to cool. Nor does it come with the changing of the leaves. It doesn’t come with the tantalizing smell of pumpkin pie and turkey (although I do eat a lot of those foods).
No, Autumn is officially here when there are leaves on the ground, with that smell in the air. You know what I’m talking about: the smell of leaves decaying. When said like that it really isn’t that appealing but I have very fond memories of raking up leaves at my Grandma’s house. We’d gather all the leaves into huge piles, often times bigger than my brother and were tall. Then we’d jump. We’d play hide and seek. We’d push each other into the piles and then grab handfuls of leaves to throw at Grandma. It was a happy time.
It’s official, Autumn is here.