The crisp fall air is settling over Paris as leaves flutter to the ground. Brown leather boots are again fashionable as I have to decide excitedly between sweaters and scarves. With so many familiar sensations, it’s the smells of autumn that I am most excited about this October.
At home inPennsylvania , fall was a time for a lot of things. Haunted hayrides and corn mazes were among them. Crackling bonfires with apple cider and roasting marshmallows were the norm on Friday nights. After pumpkin picking, we’d drive by lakes framed by trees in hues of reds, oranges, and yellows, arriving home to a house perfumed with some sort of autumn-inspired candle – usually a pumpkin one. Mom loves candles.
In college, I hunted high and low for the perfect pumpkin-scented candle with just enough spice and warmth to remind me of the scenic October landscapes inBucks County . Sometimes I wonder how I kept my grades up having spent so much time running from store to store.
One day on my way back from my magazine internship, I found the candle, excitedly skipping downPark Ave. with an overpriced jar of nostalgic pumpkin-infused wax. Happiness.
At home in
In college, I hunted high and low for the perfect pumpkin-scented candle with just enough spice and warmth to remind me of the scenic October landscapes in
One day on my way back from my magazine internship, I found the candle, excitedly skipping down