Who loves Autumn Fall? (some Sinatra to encourage you!)

I just love hard early morning frosts, breath that turns to whispy smoke, cupped hands around a shared cup of tea by a street cafe, crunchy leaves underfoot, gardeners burning leaves and the woody/musky scent filling the air, the smell of warm mulled wine with cinnamon and log fires, bracing ocean side beach walks, old wooley jumpers, misty mornings, the vibrant colours of dying leaves as they go out in a blaze of glory...


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The colors of the leaves on the trees here in the Northeast, the smell of wood burning in fireplaces, hot apple cider, pumpkin pie, mmmmmmmmm

Fall colors

Paddy: I started a fall foliage thread a few weeks ago.
http://www.thefedoralounge.com/showthread.php?t=24084
It seems most of the leaves are down in upstate New York, and a lot of the rural areas of the northeast at this point. Here in the City the colors are still just starting. There aren't many sugar maples here, so the colors aren't as spectacular, but they're still nice. The London planes and several of the other tree species here in New York only get brown in the fall, no nice colors. The weather has started getting very autumnal. It was a perfect fall evening for Halloween, just chilly enough to make your nose run after an evening's trick or treating.
It's spring in the southern hemisphere right now. How about some images springtime from our Aussie and Kiwi friends? The Lounge is cool in that we can have nice little chit chats with people on every side of the globe. Helllooooo antipodians! How's the weather down there?

ahhhhh, autumn leaves...where's the rake?

That was lovely, Paddy. Thanks. Makes me even more homesick.

After a summer of traveling to hot and many times humid locations, it's a joy to have crisp mornings, ground fog, the smell of decaying leaves, and the simple joy of a bowl of hearty soup or stew and a crackling fireplace.

This is my favorite time of year. I think I deliberately walk through piles of leaves on the sidewalk just to hear that great rustling sound.

My favourit time of year.
Still not cold enough so you cant sit outside in the sun - and still not warm enough so that you can not light the fireplace. And the IRVIN is out!!!

I love the smell of autumn, and those really sunny days when the air is crisp and the leaves are red on the trees. Our autumns aren't quite as grand as American ones, but they're still rather nice. My two favourite times of year are the transitional periods - Autumn and Spring.

Autumn is my absolute favorite for the following reasons:

Beautiful landscapes rich with color
My birthday
Halloween and Thanksgiving
Cooler weather ( I need to find a place that has weather like this all year round)
And most important:
COLLEGE FOOTBALL
Go Buckeyes, #1 in the country!!

you got it Spitfire, out and on with the B-3's and IRVINS!!!

Hi Folks,

This is my favorite time of year, also. Here in Coastal North Carolina, November normally the brings the year's first frost. Schools of mullet begin to migrate from the salt marshes down to the sounds and deeper, warmer water. Laughing gulls, with their happy summer chatter, disappear and are replaced by black-backed gulls, who stand atop piers and silently squint into the brisk north wind. The smell of coconut tanning butter and the squeals of happy children are gone from our beaches. Walking along the shore in November, one can smell only the pungent salt air and hear the hiss of the cold, grey surf on the lonely sand.

But November brings gifts, too. The marsh turns a beautiful golden color, especially at dawn and at dusk. Schools of hungry bluefish and albacore appear in the ocean inlets and pounce mightily on every lure presented to them. Mountains of oysters fill local steamers every Saturday night---beer and Tobasco sauce and good times flow by the gallon. The weather chills and the scourge of mosquitoes, hurricanes and tourists blessedly disappear for another season.

And for a short time, until April comes to take it away again, November returns the ocean, beaches and marshes to the humble people who love them the most.

Atticus