For most of my youth, fall signaled nothing but bad things: the start of school, the final days of freedom, and the end of playing outside. As I got older, and a return to school meant less children under shopping foot, I embraced the season. It gets a bad reputation, mostly from the end of it, when it does turn rather dismal, but it starts off in a blaze of flaming glory. Witness these scenes from a recent trip to Faddegon’s – and welcome to fall.
Apples and gourds, pumpkins and squash, mums and asters – this season is alive with color and texture. A feast for the eyes and the nose, and once the cider kicks in the tongue too.
