SOMETHING IN THE AIR

Growing up, the beginning of fall was marked by listening to the Spearman Lynx band practice from our front porch. It's something my heart yearned for while I was off flying around the country and I still miss it to this day. From any spot in our small little village you could hear the glorious beat of a worn out drum and know that summer was gone and autumn had begun. I feel enamored each and every September. Cool crisp evenings warmed by a big fire, soup bowls shaped like chariot pumpkins and the smell of a cab replacing a chardonnay. Of all the places I've lived and traveled the fall sunset in Texas is irreplaceable. Bright oranges and deep purples dip into an endless horizon. And although we don't have the brilliant colors of Manchester or Providence, there is always a whippoorwill of leaves dancing down our streets. Fall is such a sensual season: the colors, smells, brisk air. I feel most alive during these Indian Summer months and feel a great sense of renewal. It's almost as if, in an instant, change is in the air. So whether you are throwing garlic in a pot or drinking wine by the fire, enjoy someone you love and have a fabulous fall!