"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns!" George Eliot
I don't know how it happens that September arrives and suddenly the air is cool. The sun is warm and yet the air has changed. The light changes too and everything feels different.
We put away summer today. The creeping shadows and the brisk breeze require deeper colors and warm fabrics. The girls were excited to see fall arrive in our house.
"It's fall!" they cried to each other.
And so it is.