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And, dear Autumn, I love your scents. The smell of leaves in a pile, the smell of apples, applesauce and cinnamon-y apple pies, the warm smell of stews and soups that go with "sweater weather", the earthy scent of pumpkin pies that seem to find their way from WinCo to our house with startling regularity, the smell of the last grass-cutting of the season, and the smoky backyard burning odors all conspire to make me feel indoors-y and cozy and ready to start that book that has been sitting neglected on my nightstand for weeks.

And let's not forget the smell of cake. Birthday cake. Chocolate birthday cake... mmmmm. (Thanks, mom!)