Honeycrisp apples in the stores and farmer stands.
Chilly mornings where littles beg to be swaddled in cozy blankets while they eat warm cinnamon rolls. Colorful leaves spotted and grabbed to be pressed into heavy books. I have an intense urge to go wherever I can find pumpkins and/or apples to pick. I want to wear scarves and sip hot drinks. I always love the turn of the season, no matter which season is beginning. Because that is what it always is. A new beginning.