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Autumn Slideshow

Ah, the sights, scents, and sounds of fall. Although temps will be in the nineties the first week of meteorological fall (September 1-7), I can’t help but dream about the crunchy, tarty/sweetness of a caramel apple with nuts, flannel shirts, hiking boots, and colored leaves underfoot. Part of that may be due to the White Barn Caramel Pumpkin Swirl candle that’s burning (which doesn’t contain pumpkin), the caramel sauce and butter pecan syrup from Barista Pro Shop that arrived on my doorstep today, and the air conditioner vent blowing on me. I took the fall decorations down from the attic last night in preparation for what is for me the best decorating day of the year. I’ll play my Cozy Autumn Playlist on Pandora, light said candle, decorate inside and out, and end the ritual with a butter pecan caramel latte.

According to a survey conducted by Morning Consult Pro, "Fall Is Officially the Most Popular Season in America" ( Women (46%) from the Midwest and South (44%) name fall as their favorite season. So, since I am a woman from Kentucky (both a Midwestern and Southern state), I’m nestled in the middle of that demographic, and as such will leave you with a poem I wrote just today in honor of my favorite season. (It may even make you want to run to the nearest Starbucks.)


Start of fall, pumpkin all Apple pie, cerulean sky Crunching leaves, wheaten sheaves.

Bonfire blaze, shorter days Football nights, tailgate lights Flannel wear, not a care.

Harvest fest, puffer vest Cornfield maze, caramel glaze Hay bale ride, burlap slide.

Morning fog, resting log Woolly bear, woodsmoke air Hiking boots, owl hoots.

Rust and gold, trees explode Costume fun, candy run Cooking race, saying grace.

Shopping deals, turkey meals Rival games, temper flames All in stride, fireside.

Cider spice, another slice Candlelight, cozy night December winds, autumn ends.

©Melissa Stone - 2023

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