Fall is a beautiful season.
That crispness of the air has returned, just enough to ask you to consider a sweatshirt in the Upper Midwest. We are at the point of the year where the leaves on the trees have started to dip themselves into paint buckets, just before they splatter the neighborhood sidewalks with color. I love the fall, the season for pumpkins and porters and potpie dinners.
It’s also the time of the year where the beginning of school crashes headlong into NFL kickoff. That creates a lot of homework to manage all at once.