There’s something so delightful in the opposites that seem to co-exist in this season.

The air is crisp and cool, but the sun shines hard and you can feel its heat upon your skin.

The sky is so blue, and all the colors from the turning leaves look brighter against its backdrop.

The leaves are drying up and scattering across the lawn, but it’s not a mess or a nuisance (yet). Instead, it’s a beautiful tapestry of change.

The air smells of burning wood, and cinnamon, and sweet potato pie. Yummy.