People speak of the changing of the leaves, how beautiful it is to see the reds and oranges. Some speak of hot homemade soups and stews and times around a hearth. But again, it is a strange season to love.
I would not say I dislike fall; absolutely, I love it and for the same reasons as others. Goodness, I enjoy the wet and cool days as well, having to bundle up as a cold breeze attempts to invade my shield called a coat. I love temperatures that are cold in the morning, warm at lunch (sun hanging in the sky as though it were 3:00 when its 12:00) and cool again in the evening. I like going for walks through orchards, picking apples and stuffing myself with as many varieties as possible. I like warm fruit pies and cold lemon pies.
In a day or two I'll post "Fall for Francene." This is one of those rare moments when I do a few things I don't normally do:
- Paint something, someone asks for (not a commissioned piece)
- Break the schedule of the fifty or more painting ideas I have in mind
- Attempt to picture the vision another speaks of