every year we'd go on field trips to the apple orchard and fill baskets with all the apples we could pick. then they'd give us fresh cider. our parents would bundle us up in warmth and take us down the road, pumpkin-picking, and we'd try to get the biggest, nicest one we could find. of course it'd be much too heavy to carry home ourselves.
we spent cool afternoons raking leaves into big piles and then jumping into them. and this was autumn. this was what we called... a change of season. i wish we had something like that here.