Fall is God's present to us for having been good all through the past two seasons. What can one not absolutely adore about fall? It truly is the perfect season. Leaves changing, the scent of burning leaves in many places, brisk mornings, camping, fireplaces blazing, (soccer in full swing
), thick sweaters, candy corn, snap wool or fleece blankets, wool socks, scarfs. Fall is the season of romance, and their always seems to be a generally more pleasant aire to people during the fall, a happiness that isn't always there. In Kentucky, one feels the effect of every season very strongly. My memories from the fall in my youth are ever-present, making fortreses out of fallen leaves, building treehouses while vacant of leaves so that when they came back, the house was done and was then perfect, doing school projects pasting colored leaves to cardboard, looking out of the windows of my little private grade school at the huge tree near-by changing like a chameleon with the trees in its background. Fall practically forces me to sit under trees on campus and read, to go on pics-nics, long, long bike rides. My life is honestly 100% different in the Fall than it is at any other time, it's 200% better. The Fall Season is a miracle, and whom cannot do anything but love a miracle?
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