Earlier in the year when I moved to a small bungalow on a street called Pleasant. Immediately I imagined what fall would look like on this beautiful and delightfully pleasant street. With trees sixty or more years old, the canopy that covers the street at the peak of summer is downright glorious.
Now the season of autumn is in full swing and I watch as the trees have morphed into a show of color. The wind whips the leaves around the street as the crisp and chilly air reminds you that the shortened days means more nights of wood fires and belly-warming stews.