Autumn, it's not just for Basic B*****!

The fall has always been my favourite time of year. Maybe because summer is just a little too hot for me, or maybe because it signals change.

Some people look at fall as the time of year where everything beautiful begins to die, how tragic right? I like to think of fall as repurposing those summer flowers and leaves, transitioning them into another type of beauty one last time. 

The colours. Oh, the colours. Nothing is more beautiful than the trees become rich shades of red, yellow and orange. The sun shining on them creating shades of golds and rich burgundy. Sigh, Heavenly.

But, in all seriousness, fall is more to me than just the leaves changing or to to those Basic gals out there, Pumpkin Spice Lattes and UGG Boots. (Kristen Harris of Buzzfeed got it right with this hilarious article explaining the meaning behind "basic bitches". Enjoy)

Fall to me reminds me of my grandfather. 

My mother tells me I'm a lot like her father, the grandfather I never got to meet. He was a reader, a whiskey and water drinker, and a man that loved walks the fall more than any other season. It's very apt that he passed in October, the heart of the season. 

I can't help but wonder what it would be like to sit with him, hear his stories from the war, exchanging our opinions on people (he was also a quiet man that loved a good bout of people watching) we didn't know, coffees silently while reading side-by-side on the couch. 

See, the fall is more to me than just the obvious things I love (chunky sweaters, warm socks, strong drinks in the evening to warm up, the colours), it's family. It's the daydreams of memories that could have been.

It's believing that even though I never got the chance to meet my grandfather, it's that the things I love about fall are all signs from him that he's trying to make memories with me too.

Does anyone else feel this way about something, be it a season, a smell or a place? What things remind you of someone you care about? I'd love to hear from you!