Since I’m a gardener, I vacillate between claiming fall and spring as my favorite season. Spring is the season of rebirth but, to me, fall is the season of contemplation and the time to still myself. I love fall–the colors and smells, the warm sweaters and fires beckon me to come inside, both physically and metaphorically.
I know I’ve written about this very idea lately, and because I do savor this time of year, it likely won’t be the last time I write about it. But, today, I will keep my thoughts simple and instead share the words of another.
Which is your favorite season and why?
NaBloPoMo Day 8 🙂