My Favorite Season

Fall is my FAVORITE time of year.

The cool temperatures.

The crisp air.

The smell.

The GORGEOUS colors.

Cutting branches of leaves of the quakies and oak trees to bring home.

ALL of it reminds me of my Grandma Young.

How I miss her.

Some days I wonder what she thinks looking down from Heaven.

Especially now that it is fall.

Every year when fall rolls around, I think of my Grandma daily.

I hear her talking on the phone to her sweet lady friends.

Telling them, "we went on a ride up through Thistle and Spanish Fork canyon and looked at all the purty leaves."

That was my Grandma.

Sunday, we went on a little drive up 12 Mile.

It definitely wasn't Thistle.

Or Spanish Fork Canyon.

But the colors were so VIBRANT and "purty".

I kept saying how beautiful the colors were.

Thinking of my Grandma every time I said something about the colors.

I love you Grandma!

I wish you were still with us!

Thank you for sharing you love of fall with me when I was younger.

You are the reason why I LOVE fall so much now as an adult.