I just have to mention that the mornings are brilliant this season. Dark gray gives way to many shades of sky blue. The emerald fields glow in early morning sunshine (actually, not so early morning due to the ridiculous daylight savings time). Fall colors seem to burst forth as I scan the tree line. The air feels crisp, like a macintosh. Definitely jeans and sweater weather, even if we might be sweating by midday.
Fall. My absolutely favorite season. That is, until winter comes along. Then spring, then summer. But for now, it is fall. Glory to the God who created oranges and browns and greens and goldens. Who created the smell of fallen leaves and smoke and apples. Who made the earth tilt so the sun would have the opportunity to come up from the other side of the ridge for a change of scenery.