I cannot help my love of fall. I was born and bred in the Midwest, so it goes without saying--sweater weather is my thing. What is it that makes us so obsessed with fall? A good fall day is nothing short of perfection--leaves scooting along the sidewalk, the occasional warmish breeze in the air, cloudy skies that make the leaves explode with color, the glow of your house lit up at dusk, and that smell outside that takes you back to high school football games. Everything is just so darn cozy. I do draw the line at pumpkin spice lattes (woof)--limits, people, limits.
What are your fall traditions?