It's no secret that Fall is my favorite season. Chalk it up to being an "October Baby" myself (at least, that's how I've always justified it), but it seems that everything just feels right in the Fall. Unfortunately, Fall also feels like the most condensed of the seasons - like you have September/October and it's done, even though it technically goes until December. As soon as the ghosts and ghouls vanish back into their crypts on the morning of November 1, that typically signals the beginning of the "Holiday Season" for me, and thoughts of winter soon emerge... and being in Northern Illinois, a November snowfall is not uncommon. I always feel as if I'm trying to cram as much Autumn goodness as I can into Sept/October, and one annual ritual is the changeover from Summer Flowers to Fall Mums.