My favorite time of year.
Time to change from shorts into jeans and take walks with a pretty lady.
Feeling the wind as it passes through that pretty lady’s hair as I stand behind her overlooking a valley. Enjoying her scent. Loving her.
Kissing pretty lady’s cheeks and holding her close to keep her warm.
Commenting on that pretty Georgia sunset and being glad I am alive to see it. With that pretty lady.
That’s all. No answer required. Back to what you were doing! 
Q
The air is lighter and clearer and biting in the morning.
I guess technically I’m enjoying a GA sunset as well.
THE GODDAMN GRASS QUITS GROWING!!! HUZZAH!!!
Hiking without weird things crawling on you.
Hot chocolate at Saturday afternoon college football game.
Driving to Talequah through a sea of colour. (the trees)
Steadier skies for deep sky telescopic viewing.
Seeing your breath when you go early morning walking, yet having to remove your flannel work shirt and go with just a beefy tee in the afternoon.
Driving with the sunroof open, windows down, and Country in the CD player.
Going to visit the inlaws and listening to my husband gripe about the elderly Ohioans who insist on driving 15 miles an hour through a 35 mph zone. I’ve never been sure whether they’re scared of the mountain roads, or if they’ve just never seen fall foliage before and have to slow down and rubberneck. (Judging by the hordes that hit the area every fall, there are either no trees in southern Ohio, or the leaves on those trees don’t change colors.)
Turning off the air conditioner and opening the windows.
Raking the leaves into a big pile and then running through them with the dogs.
Buying pumpkins and fresh cider at a farm.
Digging out my fuzzy Taz slippers and velvet bath robe and snuggling into them in the mornings.
Leaving the porch light on for Trick or Treaters, and seeing all the kids in their costumes.
Walking into my aunt’s kitchen and letting the smells of cooking and the dull roar of voices wash over me. Listening to my father say grace before Thanksgiving dinner and pulling up a chair at a long table full of people I love. Looking at the faces that have gotten older and grayer, and often frailer and sicker, and seeing the quiet joy of being alive and together one more time.
AMEN to this! My very first thought when seeing this thread! Unfortunately, it’s still not autumn in Jacksonville… stupid hot, muggy Jacksonville… <sigh>
As someone who hates the oppressive heat of the summer, I always welcome the arrival of autumn; it’s my favorite season. I like the chill of the autumn mornings. The air is crisp, sometimes tinged with the scent of burning leaves. Once the leaves have fallen it’s satisyfing to hear the leaves rustling at my feet. Even though I don’t miss doing yardwork since the place I live in has a maintence crew do it, there was something oddly satisfying about raking leaves. Sometimes I’d just like to fall back into a big pile of them and bury myself in them. Each day I gaze at the trees, watching autumn progress as they turn from green to yellow/orange and then begin falling to the ground. Each day the remaining leaves get thinner and thinner until the branches are bare, telling me that winter is not too far off.
Apple picking, pumpkin carving, and having a great excuse for being late (Sorry, I was stuck behind a tractor!).
Hot apple cider, and hot apple pie with ice cream.
Did I mention apples yet?
Leaves turning pretty colors, yet not having to rake since my yard is all pines.
The snowbirds going back to Florida with their Oldsmobiles, making it safe to drive on the roads during daytime once again.
Just thought I’d comment that your OP, Quasi, was one of the most beautifully romantic I’ve read in a heck of a long time around here.
Read it earlier, but I was dashing off to work at the time, so couldn’t post.
Cool, mate. Have a great autumn. 
Canning with the Matriarchs. yes, really!
Turning of the leaves.
Secretly planning Christmas before Hallowe’en.
Not-so-secretly planning Hallowe’en.
Sweaters.
Flannel jammies.
I love autumn.
The smells of … well … everything. It’s hard to describe, really. It’s the smell of crisp morning air, burning leaves, apples, and mums all wrapped into one.
The colors. Fall colors are my colors! I love to dress in fall colors and paint my house in fall colors…inside and out.
mmmmmmm…autumn.
There’s a choo-choo train that takes people into the mountains to see the spectacular changing of the leaves. I think it leaves out of Atlanta sometime soon, but I forgot the name. Anybody know it? Georgia Kids?
If I knew it , I might be tempted to ask one of my pretty co-workers to go with me… 
Q