Fall 'Friskies'

When I opened the door this morning and the cool air hit me in the face, I thought  of cats.  Specifically, my cats that I used to have throughout my childhood and into my single days as an adult.  I remember how the first cool snap of the season would send them into fits of frisky and then it would begin.  Darting and dashing throughout the house with reckless abandon until, of course, they would run into something knocking it over or even breaking it.  At which, I would begin my chastising of their careless behavior.  Isn't it funny what a particular sensation will call to our remembrance?

I have found that the same happens with children.  That first change in temperature and they are set ablaze with renewed energy, as if mine even needed more than they have!  I have to say that fall is my favorite time of year. Though it's true that fall is like twilight in a way; nature, readying herself for slumber.  For me, fall seems to bring a renewing of the spirit. Old things passing away and the early beginnings of something new on the horizon.  To me, fall is all about one's senses.  The roar of the yellow school buses down the road; crunching leaves under our feet; smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spices; laughter of happy children playing; rustling of leaves blowing in the breeze; taste of hot teas, ciders, pies and soups.....etc.  It's a season as rich as the colors we use to celebrate it and I, for one, am happy to see it's arrival!