I honestly don’t know what it is about fall that stirs up nostalgia in me. It seems like every time an autumn breeze sweeps over me, it conjurs up a childhood memory or makes me feel things I did when I was little.

I can remember one time when I was very little and got sick at my pre-school (or maybe it was daycare). I recall that my grandmother came to get me and take me home. I distinctly remember passing by a courtyard filled with those tiny rocks that they used to use for playgrounds. At least that’s what it seems like in my memory.

That is one of my favorite memories of my grandmother. I don’t know why it (and other memories like it) seems to come back to me in autumnal weather.

Today was one of those days where I could have curled up with a blanket in a hammock and been quite content to take a nap all day. And possibly dream of days gone by.

I do love fall days.