The orange, red, and yellow leaves begin to fall. There is a slight chill in the air as one sips and indulges in their warm apple cider. Ah, that hits the spot. The much anticipated, most wonderful time of the year has finally begun: fall. “But why is this season the best?”, one may inquire about this question. Fall is three months long, but almost always ends much too soon. There are countless reasons of which fall is the best season of the four others. One very important reason for this being Tennessee football. The crowd sings along as the Pride of the Southland band plays the Tennessee anthem, Rocky Top. It is time for kick-off, and the Vols score the first touchdown. The die-hard Vol fans go wild. Though the actual season of fall does not officially begin until mid-September, this is a for sure sign for most that fall is, in fact, here.
September passes and the air gets cooler, October approaches from nowhere. One may visit the local farmer’s market in hopes to find the biggest, orange pumpkin, the fullest purple mums, and the best fodder shock to decorate the front porch to extend the welcome of fall. These plants and decorations are much prettier than the summer porch items consisting of ferns and daisies. After the red brick house is decorated with these great fall items, one cannot help but sit back with the essential fall wardrobe that includes a chunky, woven scarf and brown, leather riding boots and admire the children repetitively raking the bright and colorful fall leaves only to mess up by jumping in with their friends. Now, had this setting been in one of the miserable summer months, it would have been nearly impossible to sit on the front porch in a short-sleeve shirt and shorts, let alone a large scarf and boots.
The time is nearing for the annual family hayride. Everyone covers the hay bales with home-made quilts, and the preparation for the scenic ride is made. With the wagon securely attached to the back o...
I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, “It’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you’re not.”