Fall came very quickly to Montana this year. Just a couple of weeks ago it was in the nineties and now we are using a space heater all night. It was brisk yesterday morning, but my little boy and I still bundled up and went on a walk to the park. Wile there we found some of the first fall leaves and filled our hands with them for the trip home.

Fall is one of my favorite seasons for many different reasons.  The main one is that it contains so many childhood memories for me.  Fall was the season that our friends would visit the Yaak from Germany. I remember wearing my little blue hoodie and putting my hands in the pockets because it was chilly. I would follow after the grown ups like this, listening to their conversation sprinkled with the thick German accent. I also loved the smell of fresh cut firewood and the sound of fire crackling in the fireplace as I was falling asleep. I remember going out side to look at the stars with my Grandpa and Grandma when they came to visit one fall. I was so little that my Grandpa put my feet in his sweater pockets to keep them warm.

Fall also provides so many new things for the senses. Who doesn’t love the smell of wood smoke in air or cookies fresh out of the oven? Or the sound of the brisk wind blowing through the trees. I also love seeing the aspens and the larches turning yellow and gold every year. Please, leave a comment and tell what you love about this season.

I did this painting with watercolor paint in a Moleskin notebook.

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