My husband and I are guests. Nice to be guests in a place like this. It comes from picking one's relatives carefully. Fall is the precursor of winter. It is a time of dying.
Plants wither, trees become barren of leaves.
Skies are more often gray, cold seeps in everywhere. Poets love to dandle with these images. But most people don't think of fall as dying. Most people think of fall as a special time of quietness, of harvest bountiful, of great outdoor beauty. Campers and other who spend most of their time outdoors revel in fall.