I love fall. It is by far my favorite season for the same reason it seems to be everyone else’s favorite season: scarves, sweaters, hot tea, apple cider, pretty leaves, cooler temperatures, knitted things, knitting things, couches with blankets and college football, baseball postseason, etc. I especially love fall because I now live in a world of seasons. Unlike the always sunny land in which I grew up, around here, leaves change, temperatures drop, and there is actually a discernible season known as fall.
These days it seems like everyone loves pumpkins. I do love pumpkin bread, but other than that, I pick apple over pumpkin any fall day. Apple cider, apple butter, applesauce, apple cider donuts, apples and peanut butter… I love it all. So when we moved to our new rural Virginia home, I knew what new fall tradition I wanted to start: a trip to an apple orchard. My lovely sister-in-law and her family came with us. It was a perfect day and I came home with a bushel of apples to turn into some apple butter and possibly some apple chips.
Fall is a good time in our little family: lots of traditions to look forward to and some new ones to be made. Here’s to sweaters, scarves, apple cider, and a whole lot of college football.