As a little girl, I had very specific reasons for loving the fall season. Though I love mild weather, there was so much to love about the change of any season. I loved the sound of fallen leaves crunching under my feet as I skipped sidewalk squares on the way to school. I loved the bite in the air that caused me to have to consider one of the coats sitting in the back part of my closet. I loved the changing colors of foliage. Fall was also the time– with summer ending, that school would resume soon.   Thinking of the fall season makes me think of my mother’s…