Alan and I arrived in Denver, Colorado today, and fall is in the air here. In Orlando, Florida, it doesn’t even seem to exist. This morning when we walked outside of the airport, it was chilly in the 50s or 60s. Our pants, long-sleeved shirts, and closed-toed shoes were not quite enough. Much of the ground vegetation is brown and dead looking, but the leaves on some of the trees are yellow. It has led me to reminisce of autumn back home in Pennsylvania.
Fall is a wonderful time of year in Pennsylvania. During the day you can often manage by wearing pants and long-sleeved shirts. Sometimes you just need to add a light jacket to ward off the brisk breeze. The leaves, of course, turn wonderful colors in autumn—red, orange, and yellow, while the pine trees remain green. The mix of colors is striking on the mountainsides as you drive down the road. I can remember laboring to rake up the fallen leaves in our very large yard. Afterwards, it was fun for my siblings and me to play in the pile of leaves.
Nighttime can also be appreciated during fall. As it is cooler, you often need to add a heavy sweatshirt, or sometimes long-johns are necessary. The advantage of the cool autumn night is the pleasure and warmth provided by a large bonfire. I loved roasting marshmallows until they turned tan and crisp on the outside and gooey on the inside. Then I would put the marshmallow between two graham crackers along with some chocolate. It was also a treat to sit around the bonfire with friends, just talking. Fall is a time of beauty and fun.