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I love going for walks in the local nature preserves. I went yesterday and the day before, because it was beautiful and warm and sunny, and I took pictures. I went to the park near my house, and the Woodland Hills Nature Preserve, and I am planning to wake up early on the next scheduled nice day and go to Heritage Park. I would prefer to go with someone, but nobody I know around here except my mom is likely to want to take a 4-mile hike through the woods and she's pretty busy.
Everything is so pretty in the fall. The leaves are late to turn, since it's been mostly nice out with a handful of chilly rainy days, so there's a lot of green and a LOT of yellow and a smattering of red. Squirrels are turning gray. And I saw a big fuzzy caterpillar crossing the road the other day, and had to help it onto the grass. Ever since then I have been carefully watching out for caterpillars.
I basically just love fall. I love the way fallen leaves smell, sweet and woodsy and a little dank. I love how wonderfully gloomy it feels when it rains. I love that the town I live in has a scarecrow contest. I love cider mills, even though the one near me is insanely crowded whenever it's nice out. I love how just by driving down one of the main roads you get an eyeful of red and orange and yellow and green and splashes of grey and brown. I love all the haunted buildings that pop up wherever someone has a ghost costume and flashy lights. I love stupid seasonal flavored coffee drinks, and fake cobwebs and sheaves of grain all over everything, and having a really good excuse to wear my skeleton hoodie everywhere I go.
Everything is so pretty in the fall. The leaves are late to turn, since it's been mostly nice out with a handful of chilly rainy days, so there's a lot of green and a LOT of yellow and a smattering of red. Squirrels are turning gray. And I saw a big fuzzy caterpillar crossing the road the other day, and had to help it onto the grass. Ever since then I have been carefully watching out for caterpillars.
I basically just love fall. I love the way fallen leaves smell, sweet and woodsy and a little dank. I love how wonderfully gloomy it feels when it rains. I love that the town I live in has a scarecrow contest. I love cider mills, even though the one near me is insanely crowded whenever it's nice out. I love how just by driving down one of the main roads you get an eyeful of red and orange and yellow and green and splashes of grey and brown. I love all the haunted buildings that pop up wherever someone has a ghost costume and flashy lights. I love stupid seasonal flavored coffee drinks, and fake cobwebs and sheaves of grain all over everything, and having a really good excuse to wear my skeleton hoodie everywhere I go.