I think autumn is nature's way of luring us into the deep freeze of winter, knowing we'd go kicking and screaming if we weren't first lulled into insensibility by the charm of crisp fall days. We've had some beautiful pre-autumn weather here in the Northeast, the sun's rays slanting across the landscape and painting everything with nature's bucolic filter. It makes you want to eat apples.
Do you remember your first day of kindergarten? I do. We each got a box of Crayola crayons, fat and rounded on top and flat on the bottom. I remember the new smells - mimeographed coloring page with a picture of a cornucopia, the waxy crayons, the good-enough-to-eat play dough, the white paste, the baloney sandwiches.
Favorite fall movie, hands down - You've Got Mail. Joe Fox's quintessential viewpoint: "Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms." I'm going to miss Nora Ephron.
And of course, there's football Sundays. And Mondays. And Fridays. That might actually be a little too much football for me, but I'm not complaining.
I'm ready. Are you?