Why I Love Fall

Nothing compares to fall in Florence. Sure, it's fall in Green Bay as well, but it's just not the same! The colors are brighter up north, the air is crisper and I can smell apples wherever I go! I told my mom that I hadn't realized what a powerful memory I have tied to apples in the fall until this trip home.

When I was younger, as soon as bow hunting season rolled around we were picking apples to put out for the deer. The air would be thick with that sweet smell as we worked under the trees and piled a big blue tarp high with apples. I remember my dad shaking the trunk of the tree to get all of the ripe ones to fall, and ducking out of the way to avoid getting clonked on the head! All of that came rushing back when I smelled apples in the air on Friday!

I told you...nothing compares to fall in Florence: