You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. 

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

I believe if football was not played in autumn it might be my least favorite time of the year.

For some folks, it’s also the time to prepare for the long winter ahead. It’s like God gives us autumn as a warning that cold weather lies ahead with the leaves falling and everything outside looking like it’s dead.  Continue reading →