Fall is in the air. So we are reminded here in the Northern Hemisphere. The mornings are crisp and the leaves have exchanged their regular green coats, to splendid hues of yellow, orange and red. The mountains are getting their first dusting of snow, leaving them with a spectacular blanket of the most brilliant shades of white. A flock of geese flies overhead, making the long journey south.

I love this time of year.

The smell of my grandfather's pipe tobacco, the crackling of the first fire in the wood stove. Dusting off the boots, sweaters and toques that I've had in the closet since spring. Hearty meals and comfort food. Pumpkin pies, farmer's markets and the warm aroma of cinnamon wafting from a local coffee shop.

I love this time of year.

Jumping into a pile of leaves, pretending I'm a kid again. Cool breezes on bike rides, backyard fire pits with friends, leaves crunching under my feet on hikes. Cozy nights in with the family, Halloween and the fact that winter is just around the corner. There is no season quite like Autumn to appreciate and enjoy the little things in life.

I love this time of year.