Fall has always been my favorite time in Michigan and something I missed while in Georgia. The cool crisp air, the frost on the ground, the cool winds and rainy days. I saw a status of a friend on Facebook today that said "This status brought to you by the letter F: Flannel Pajamas, Fuzzy sweatshirt, furry slippers and fire in the fireplace." Grant it, she's in Tennessee, but I thought that this was the perfect status for a Michigan fall. Tonight, as my kids are curled up under blankets watching Cars 2 for the millionth time, I have on my fuzzy pj pants, my furry socks, my fluffy sweatshirt and my husband just built a fire in the fireplace. It's nights like these, that no matter what the bank account may say, no matter how much fighting the kids did through the day, no matter what turmoils have gone on....all seems right with the world!
Autumn has a smell that is unique only to it's days. The scent of autumn brings with it such a warmth in the soul. The smell of the fresh earth, the harvest happening, the leaves burning in a pile; the smell of fresh pumpkin pie or apple cider. While the winds begin to turn colder, the smells of this season are warm and inviting. Such a friendly, inviting time of year.
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
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