I don't know where the times goes...I really don't. It seems like Spring was leading into Summer mere weeks ago, and yet here we are, staring Autumn in the face.
Autumn is my favorite season, and I'm excited for it's arrival. The colors turn making everything beautiful, the air is crisp and cool, and many of my favorite activities fall within this season: attending my favorite renaissance festivals, taking hayrack rides in pumpkin patches, sipping libations around a roaring bonfire, searching for ghosts in places of repute, hiking over golden hills, and, of course, celebrating Halloween.
The days are warm enough to be outside in a long-sleeved shirt, while the nights are cool enough to snuggle under a soft blanket with a cup of something warm. The days get shorter and the nights get longer.
Every year, sometime in October when the leaves are in full autumnal glory, I take a drive down to Indian Caves States Park via Highway 75 to take it all in. Afterwards, I make a stop in Brownville to have a glass of wine on the deck of Whiskey Creek Run winery before driving back home in the waning sunlight.
I can't wait.