There’s something inspiring about the arrival of fall. There’s irony in the beauty of it all. The trees push out fall foliage filled with vibrant yellows, burnt oranges, blazing reds, and warm browns as they bid us adieu until spring. You can hear the scraping of fallen leaves as the wind pushes them along the sidewalk.
Acorns fall and hit roofs of garages tink plink plunk. Fireplaces burning arrest your senses and spark the desire to curl up on the couch with a good book and a cup of coffee.
Wardrobes shift from bright neon colors and pastels that beckon you to beaches to warm inviting colors that call to the comfort of indoors. Flowers are fading and grass growth grinds to a halt signaling the hibernation season for the much-used lawnmower.
Squirrels scamper to and fro storing nuts for the winter. Food seeds sown have produced their last crops. The final curtain call for warm weather has come and gone. Halloween treats — but never tricks — stand at the ready to give sugar highs to all who adorn themselves in creepy and cute costumes.
Fall wreaths hang on doors and cornucopias sit centered on fireplace mantles and dining room tables. Plans for the holidays are on the horizon as television stations fill the airwaves with commercials that tell us Christmas is just around the corner making children all too eager to begin the constant count down of the days left until Santa shooshes down chimneys with sacks full of surprises.
Pies of pumpkin and sweet potato appear on store shelves. Nutmeg and cinnamon spices stand at the ready. Turkeys take their places in the meat aisles awaiting selection by mothers who complain of all they have to do but who secretly love all the hustle and bustle that this time of year brings.
Ah, yes, fall. And it all begins with the turning of the leaves.