There are so many things I love about fall. It’s beautifully ironic to me that in a season typically full of death, decay, and hibernation, fall has always been so alive to me, so sensory with the bright infused leaf colors, the return of  the rich green to our grass, wool slippers wrapped warm around my toes. My fingers spill over the yarns at the knitting store; I snuggle on the couch with my kiddos and escape into books.  And the scents, oh the scents.  Burning wood stoves perfuming the air, the crisp morning dew, chicken broth simmering on the range, yeasty beers at a football stadium, all the organic…