Anyone who knows me knows that this time of year is my very absolute favorite. I love all of the things autumnal. The colors make me feel like my soul is exploding! I mentioned that fall colors were my favorite and one of my children said, “You mean brown and death?” Basically, yes. Although there are more beautiful words that could be used. I love that all of creation seems to shout before it fades to winter. I feel like God could have made fall to be simply brown and death but instead He made the leaves turn colors no man can ever duplicate. He made the sunlight become golden and the scent in the air is nothing I can can put into words. It’s just the best.
One of my favorite memories as a little girl is working up at the woodpile with my dad. My parents have an old wood and coal burning stove they use to heat their house, and one of our jobs was helping to stack the wood and then carry it into the wood box during the winter months. So, fall found me out with my dad-either helping or just hanging out. On the very best nights, I would catch the scent of the homemade bread my mom was making and the beef vegetable soup that would go along with it. I’m telling you-that’s quite possibly my best childhood memory. It was always a big deal when we made the first fire in the cookstove. We would put a piece of foil on the stove and some slices of bologna and fry them up. Add a slice of cheese to the top and let it get all melty and COME ON.
Fall is such a busy time, with school and sports and church stuff, but it’s the season I want to slow down in the most and just savor every last bit of it. Hikes, campfires, lots of coffee and leaf watching… all of those things to the uttermost, please.
What are your favorite fall traditions? Do you like fall, love fall, or feel kind of meh about it?