Autumn, I await your arrival all year long, and now that you’re finally here, you’re filling my life in all the wonderful ways only you can. Summer is too hot, winter too cold, and spring too wet. But you…you’re pure delight to all five of my senses.
My sense of smell thanks you for crackling fires in the pit on a Sunday afternoon, cinnamon apple cider and pumpkin bread. Talk about happy wafts of goodness.
My sense of sight thanks you for the rustic color of sweet potatoes, Benjamin Moore’s earthy Affinity paint collection, and the sight of haphazardly falling leaves, taking their sweet time making it to their final destination (until the next gust of wind, that is). I relate so well to those leaves and their timeline….
My sense of hearing thanks you for excited cheers at a high school football game and kids laughing on the playground at our neighborhood school (I can hear them all the way from my kitchen window!). And the fire I mentioned as a favorite smell? That sharp, powerful crackle gets me every time.
My sense of touch thanks you for re-awakening my soul every time I step outside and feel the crisp, cool air on my face. Still warm enough not to chill me to my bones, but cool enough to wrap up in a stylish scarf and jacket. Speaking of scarves and jackets, thank you also for the feeling of being cozy, comfy and safe in my scarf and soft sweaters.
My sense of taste thanks you for that yummy chili I mentioned smelling, along with other stews and casseroles that are saved only for this weather. My favorite autumnal flavors, however, are from the rewards of my farmer’s market goodies: homemade pesto, tomato sauce, jam and salsa. My daughter Libby is old enough to help me in the kitchen now, so I imagine this will soon become a favorite mother-daughter adventure!
What about you? What are your senses thankful for this season?