My favorite time of the year

I’ve always loved Fall. I love sweatshirt weather, I love the different quality of the sunlight. I love those clear, crisp days.

Of course, the truth is that those perfect Fall days don’t necessarily come along that often. Freak warm front, freak cold front, freak day-before-Halloween Nor’easter that dumps snow and messes up trick-or-treating for three states.

But when those perfect, sunny, chilly days come through, it’s not half bad.  Especially when the three gigantic oak trees in your yard are about halfway done dropping their leaves.

Which reminds me…. where’s the phone number for that landscaper to come clean up my yard? We have a quarter acre (huge lot ’round these parts) and once-a-month yard waste pickup. No way am I doing this myself.