“Oh, Marilla,” she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. Don’t they give you a thrill–several thrills? - Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables

Fall is my favorite season. It is a feast for all senses. As temperature dips after a long summer, the leaves turns into a warm harmony of yellows, red, oranges and into brown before it falls and you hear the rustling of leaves in the wind. The sound of leaves crunching under foot, the smell of wood fire. The taste of pumpkin spice in everything.

Bonfires, s'mores, apple cider, pumpkin spice lattes, apple picking, a trip to pumpkin patch, trick or treating, freshly baked apple pie or pumpkin pie. Yes, fall we have patiently waited for you.