midwest autumn

Since moving back from Mississippi, I’ve come to appreciate—and really love—a Midwest autumn. The air chills (it even crisps), and you can sense the approaching slumber that is winter.

Chlorophyll in leaves starts to break down, yielding fiery bursts of color.

Local deer fatten up on acorns.

Ripened apples—all hail the Honeycrisp—snap when you bite into them.

We had an uncommonly dry and cool August, so I wasn’t sure how that would affect all things autumn, but so far this season is a ten.

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