I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: fall is my favorite season.
There is just something about the colors and the crispness of the air and the the still warm sun that lifts my spirits.
Even before I found knitting again, I have always lived for fall.
We moved to Miami from Philadelphia when I was in fifth grade, and the loss of the seasons made me hide from the sun and the brutal heat. SoFLo has a never-ending summer that took me years to become used to.
Where we live now is at just enough elevation to feel the change of season slightly love than the valley.
It is glorious.
I love the fall.