It wasn't so much shooting (or missing) the birds that I remember so fondly - it was the long walks in familiar pastures, visiting our favorite apple trees and gathering as many to take home as shirt tails tied together would hold. It was the smell of the decaying leaves and the warmth followed by the sudden chill when the sun dropped behind big spruces and we knew it was time to head for home. That's why this October, even though the leaves are the right colors and are beginning to collect along roadsides and in maple groves, the air hasn't had that early morning nippiness, and there's been no need to scrape frost off windshields yet, so it just doesn't seem right to me that it's the first week in October.
There's another sure sign it's fall - the Autumn on the Green in Danville this Sunday. It's a great way to celebrate autumn, and you'll find all kinds of crafts, food and people there, and I know you'll have a great time. I'm hoping it will help me get real about fall this year . . . !
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