The air is changing. Not enough to trigger the "Full-On, Fall Is Here, Time To Bake" alarm that goes off every year in my inner core. But still, there's a change. The air is losing the heavy weight of summer and there's sparkle, a shimmer that only comes with Fall. I grow content, letting the rhythmic flow of the natural world flow through me. Hmmm . . . . . . however, I do not like the flow of winter. I don't like the shortened days, or the cold or the wet. I am a child of the other seasons, if I had to choose one, I'd have to say I am a child of Autumn first, then Summer, then Spring and could by-pass winter altogether. Soon I will be racked with an undeniable need to bake warm, sweet delicious things. Like homemade bread, sweet rolls, pumpkin cookies, carrot cookies, spice and carrot cake, oatmeal, peach cobblers, apple crisps, homemade applesauce, big puffy pretzels, homemade pizzas, lemon bars, pumpkin bars. I'll start craving pumpkin pie and hot spiced cider. I'll crave the smell of crispy leaves on the ground and homemade soups and stews. I love the smells, the feels, the tastes and colors of Fall. And I like the last magical breath before Fall takes over and moves us along.
