Imagine a crisp morning bundled up in a sweater and embarking on an adventure out on a dreary day with a warm cup of tea held close. Yellow, orange, and red bleed through the dreary day and remind you of the change that is at full spring. As the crisp air dances with the trees, the leaves on the boughs waltz to the ground far below. The dried-up dancers crumple underneath your feet filling your mind with relief and satisfaction. Drifting with the breeze, ginger, cinnamon, and sweet spices tickle your nose arousing the grumbling of your stomach. As you breathe in the aroma of the pines of the forest and the sweet spices, you wander upon a withering cornfield full of plump pumpkins. Children of all ages held warm in sweaters and coats run through the corn field with smiles all prominent. They take on the impossible task of carrying back the plump pumpkins to their mothers. As you watch all wonders that the new season beholds, you smile as you pop a bite of the perfect autumn dish, the pumpkin pie, grateful for the flavorful fall delight.