I do think the leaves are beautiful, of course, and the break from the heat of summer is refreshing. But I am a lover of spring. Autumn, to me, is simply the point in the calendar that is as far as we can possibly get from daffodils and white patent-leather shoes. And that makes my heart ache, just a little.
When fall rolls around, and others cheerily break out the pumpkin decor on their porches, I feel my soul hunkering down for the cold months ahead. Something in me gets ready to hibernate.
I’ll do my best to enjoy it; I always do. The extra-sweet apples are lovely and the first sniff of smoke puffing from chimneys is certainly comforting. But it cannot match the scent of hyacinths peeking up under my kitchen window.
Fall may signal winter, and winter may be long–but spring is worth the wait.