You forgot campfire and sticking marshmallows in the crackling fire. Otherwise you paint an accurate picture, all senses engaged in an orgy of beauty.Quote from nutmeg:
Beer tastes best in the fall. Cool dry air, sun is just right. Fewer bugs. Smell of leaves burning. Of course the colors, different flowers bloom in the fall. Monarchs heading south.
ps Michigan is too flat. Need a few moutains to do the colors justice.