The smell of fall hit me this morning as I was walking Bonnie. It was such a welcomed smell.
It’s hard to explain what fall smells like, but I’ll give it a try.
It smells like a combination of things. Things like the last lingering bits of honeysuckle from summer and all the food at the fair congregating on chilly breezes. Things like that raw smell of leaves that have just fallen from the tree and those still lingering for just a little while longer, hitting the snooze button on their alarm. Things like the guts of pumpkins and what a yellowy orange would smell like if colors had a scent. Things like the char of burnt leaves in a pile or logs in a bonfire. Things like cinnamon used in coffee and desserts.
All these things come together to make the smell of fall. And once it hits you, you never forget it.