Obviously I recognize that it is unseasonably warm, an Indian summer you might say. But I'm accustomed to Indian Summer meaning that Friday Night Football games are bearable until the end of September. It's November for goodness sake! So while I have been bemoaning the lack of rain and need for a sweater, I'm trying to change my tune and rethink what fall is all about.
Fall is about feeding the ducks by the river in the sunshine.
Fall is about collecting acorns, pinecones, and leaves until you run out of places to display them.