I have a definite love/hate relationship with the Fall. Essentially, I love it. But it hates me.
The ragweed starts to grow in August and I get sick. My favorite season is definitely tainted by these yellow flowers that paint the ditches everywhere I go. I've been glad to see that their color is starting to fade. Soon it will be cold again in Minnesota and I'll be able to breathe again. But it will be COLD, so I'm trying to enjoy these awesome autumn days even though the outdoors is trying to kill me.
I love where we live. There are cows in the field that is adjacent to our yard. Hearing and seeing these cows when I'm outside makes me happy. We live in town, but I can pretend I live in the country.