Autumn-weekly blog

Instead of venting my feelings about writing my rough draft today, I'm going to write about something that makes me happy in order to feel good instead of bad before I go to bed. I'm going to write about how much I love the Fall season. I love everything about it. I love the crisp mornings when you have to wear a jacket and your nose gets a little cold walking to class, but when you leave class the sun has come out and as you walk around campus the sun warms you up even though the air is still a bit nippy. I love curling up in warm clothes and sipping a mug full of warm apple cider while sitting on my back porch or deck watching the sun go down on the glowing, changing leaves. There was a quote I found once that John Steinbeck said in his book Travels With Charlie that perfectly described the color transformation leaves go through when the change. It's a bummer I can't remember it now. The colors of fall are one of my favorite parts of the season. Walking past the same lane and watching the color of the trees change day by day. I love the crunch of fallen leaves under my feet as I walk, especially when it's just me and the trees and leaves and nature. I love the fresh smell of fall. I love the clearness of it. I love cutting open the top of a pumpkin, reaching in, and scooping out the guts with my hands, feeling the slimy pulp and the slippery seeds. I love going camping with my family, being immersed in the woods, making dinner by a campfire, roasting marshmellows, and sitting by the warm glow all night long, staring up at the clear sky and stars. I love apple picking. We picnic by a lake and eat in the sun. We pick raspberries that have been warmed by the sun that simply melt in your mouth. We drive our truck up and down the tiny paths in between the rows of trees, trying to grab apples of branches as we go. We sing this song about apples we made up when we were little as we drive. I love watching the caramel melt in the pot on the stove before we roll our apples in it to make caramel apples. I love the combination of sweet and sour when I bite into my caramel apple. The first bite is always the worst. If you don't let the caramel set long enough your teeth will slide right over the skin of the apple and all you'll get is caramel in your mouth and on your nose. Those are my favorite things about autumn.