You may think that the equinox decides when Fall truly begins (in which case, we'd be in Summer 'til September 21).
I do not. I think Fall is a feeling in the air. For example, most of my vacations feel like Summer, even if I take them during Winter.
Last weekend, on our long run, A pointed out that leaves were turning. Last night, E and I walked to downtown and needed jackets. This morning, when I woke for my run, it was dark. Also, we are eating healthy freshly-harvested food in the form of soup and practicing restraint against the overindulgence of Summer.
As far as I'm concerned, it is officially Fall. And, that means I can't wait to go to the Farmer's market this weekend to enjoy the harvest. Mmmmm, Mmmm.
Off to run.