The leaves are coming down, though most of them are still green. The yellows, reds and oranges are just beginning to creep in. They have yet to do that cascading thing they do in late fall where it's like raining leaves. I've heard that there isn't supposed to be much color as it's been so dry.
It definitely smells like fall. Hrm, sweet and warm? Sort of like a wettish library smell. Okay, I know it's probably rotting leaves, but it smells good. Vague memories of trips to Brown County, Indiana to look at the fall color are sort of clouding into my brain whenever I go outside leading to a cobwebby feeling of being both here and there.
In the 70's, Brown County was firmly entrenched in the hippy/artisan ethos. There was a lot of pottery, dipped/shaved candles and stained glass in shops covered with untreated wood shingles. The stores smelled of cinnamon, apples and beeswax so that those smells are forever entwined with the smell of fall. Now of course there are lots of tiny mugs with people's names on them and stuff made in China--c'est la révolution--crab, crab.
I always get the itch for apple cider around this time of year because one fall I had the best apple cider in the whole world--I mean WHOLE WORLD! China, Bancock, Australia, India, Africa--assuming any of those places has cider. It was unpasturized from a wooden press and like drinking concentrated sweetish-tart liquid apples...which of course it was. It was one of those peak experiences that you spend your whole life trying to find again.
It's all new to Darwin. He was walking on the crispy, crunchy fallen leaves like he was afraid he'd fall through. New sensation for him. Can't wait to see him in the snow! He's going to need a sweater though--he shivers if the AC is up too high in the car.
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