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never has there been such a perfect, delectable creation as pumpkin pie. i'm currently baking one (from scratch mind you!) and i can't think of a more season appropriate activity. ok ok, i'll admit san diego is somewhat devoid of season changes in general. it always seems so instant that summer becomes a gray, crisp winter and my sandaled toes are left asking 'hey, when did this happen?". then i'm confused again as winter makes its return around june and then disappears just as randomly. i crave an east coast autumn like i remember from my childhood, an autumn were trees use their last tired breaths before winter to parade the most glorious colors you've ever seen and people with flushed faces and rosy cheeks seem as warm and cheery as their wool sweaters. no, i won't be finding frost on my windshield or piles of leaves to rake, but in can still feel the fall season stirring deep within. and right now i can smell it, in the redolence of the pumpkin spices dancing through my kitchen. i live for autumn the same way i can't wait to be an old, wise, smile-lined woman with a perennial garden and a brigade of grandchildren to tend. oh i wish you could smell autumn like i can right now! i would cut you a slice and we could sit for hours after the sunset eating our pie and talk about everything and nothing at all.