I just love living in a place where the seasons change. Which is maybe ironic, because in other aspects of my life...I don't like change much at all. But there's something special about each coming season.
I especially like fall. Last week we went apple picking, so yesterday I cooked up a batch of my mom's home made apple sauce. The house was filled with the heavenly aroma all day. Football season is here. Family vacation up in Door County is fast approaching. Halloween and Thanksgiving are right around the corner.
Fall is such a great season to use in writing. It's so sensory.
The most obvious is sight. The leaves changing colors. Pumpkins with their brilliant orange. Even the steely grey of a cloudy day. Corn stalks and mums abound.
The smells of fall are amazing. Burning leaves. The cinnamon and spice of cooking apples and pumpkins. The damp scent of the air. Turkey cooking in the oven all morning.
Taste follows. Hot apple cider with a touch of caramel and cinnamon. Pumpkin bread and cookies. S'mores around the fire.
Fall has lots of good sounds, as well. The crunch of leaves on the ground. The crackle of an outdoor fire pit. The laughter of children in costumes.
We feel things in fall, too. The bite of the chill in the air. The bumpy texture of Indian corn. The cozy blanket to snuggle under during the football game.
Fall holds an abundance of things to make it come alive: in real life and on the page. What are some of your favorite sensory things about fall?
Until next time,