Some folks consider the springtime in Georgia to be the loveliest time of year.
And indeed it is lovely with the flowering azaleas and dogwoods punctuating the landscape with their pastel color. However for me the fall's crisp air with the scent of burning leaves and the golden color of the falling leaves accented here and there with bright crimson or orange is Georgia in its prime. Octobers of my youth meant winter coats and sweaters were brought out of the cedar chest and aired. But no matter how much airing time was afforded, the first couple of times they were worn there remained that distinctive odor of summer storage. Anytime I get a hint of the smell of cedar or mothballs I'm immediately overcome with nostalgia.