THIS is my favorite season . . .
I have always loved fall more than any other season. Myriad brilliant colors emerging from the monochromatic green of spring and summer--nature's magic trick. The smell of damp, cool earth. Chilly mornings warming into pleasant days with the rising of the sun. And the feeling that SOMETHING is coming--foreboding, but simultaneously exciting and energizing. With all of the hustle and bustle of late, we haven't gotten into the mountains as much as we normally do so yesterday, I decided that today would be the day to bring the kids to one of my favorite spots to walk in the magic of fall--Porter Fork. My sister Mary called this morning, so I invited her along and my mom came too. We packed a lunch and headed for the hills. The leaves have just started to fall, so they are still crisp and colorful and delightfully magnificent. Porter Fork is cut by a narrow, winding road lined on both sides with rusti...