Fallen into Fall

Our temps have fallen.  Today's high was 46 F, firmly in the autumnal range.

I refuse to think of the snow soon to fly. 

I choose to think about pumpkins and sweaters and hot cider and smoke in the crisp, cool air. 

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

– George Eliot