Ah fall… there’s nothing quite like the smell of decomposing leaves to put me in a good mood.

I have a friend in Virginia who is an exceptionally picky eater. Among the things on his list of dislikes are pumpkin-flavored things. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin spice cake, pumpkin soup… A whole culinary season is lost to him.

I’ll be frank – I like to eat. The food is one of the best parts of fall. C’mon, Thanksgiving? Who doesn’t love Thanksgiving? But there are other reasons to love this season: temperate weather, the first night with cozy flannel sheets on the bed, putting away tank tops and shorts in favor of a whole wardrobe of sweaters that have been out of rotation for the last six months. And the trees. It’s trite, it’s predictable, but it’s true – there’s nothing that says “fall” like the fiery red and orange of a changing maple tree. This is what fall should be like.

For all those of you who are left wondering where I will live next, fret not! We’ve found a wonderful two bedroom apartment downtown with lots of windows, hardwood floors, and the perfect little nook for my easel. The pastoral scene in this piece is only one side of the fall that I love. The other – the sound of car tires on wet roads, leaves falling on tree lined streets outside shops and cafes – will be mine all mine for the rest of the season.