Yes, it is absolutely my favorite time of the year. The transition from hot, humid summer air to cool, crisp breezes, pumpkin patches and apple-picking, falling leaves in riotous hues...ahhhh...autumn. One grey, misty morning I decided to head to the pumpkin patch, which is only a mile down the road from my house. Being a weekday and early in the morning, there was not a single soul in the patch. I had it all to myself. So peaceful, that pumpkin patch, so lovely. I walked along the rows of grey hubbards, red-orange Cinderellas, warty gourds and the traditional orange pumpkins, and breathed in the change of seasons.