Fall is much more enjoyable in the suburbs. In the city, you just feel the warm weather gone and the wind becomes chilly. Fall showers are especially miserable. The pathetic city trees shed their brown leaves quickly. (There doesn't seem to be a color transition. Green to brown, then gone).
Being home this weekend has reminded me that people actually celebrate fall. Haystacks, pumpkins and scarecrows decorate lawns. Orange candle lights appear in windows. My lawn is filled with colorful leaves. My town's Autumn Festival was on Saturday. Fond memories from this festival include making scarecrows and drinking fresh apple cider.
I will try very hard to remember these things as Boston begins its decent into a eight month winter.
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