In Florida, Fall is a miserable, oppressively hot time of the year. It makes me long for my hometown, Columbus. I miss the leaves, the autumn colors, crisp, chilly weather, apple cider, hay rides, big sweaters, pumpkin farms, and boots.
We do get some color change here, but it isn’t quite the same, so I have supplement my Fall longings. This year, I painted my own leaves. Truthfully, it’s for a project, but it made me feel good to look at the colors and imagine the smell of fallen leaves and the crisp way they crunch underfoot.