My other fall urge is another side of the same urge. It's basically a nesting urge, getting enough stuff together to make it through the winter. I want to bake and bake and cook and then bake some more. The day of the tomato basil soup fast approacheth -- basically as soon as I have the energy to deal with it -- and we are, I believe, entirely out of breakfast breads in the freezer. (My usual pattern is to make too many of them, give them away, and then run out at the end of summer before I'm back into baking mode. This is complicated by days like yesterday, where harvesting the tomatoes was more or less the extent of my energy.) Intellectually I know that I will be no better prepared for the snow if I bake a pan of brownies (especially if we promptly eat it), not much better prepared if we freeze a tin of oatmeal sugar cookies instead of snarfing them. I know that baked apples and apple crisp and apple bread are not necessities, that squash soup with fried sage leaves is kind of a lot of work and again not strictly required, that gingerbread may in fact be optional for now. (If you ask me again in December, I will have a different answer about the gingerbread.)
I know that it may reach 80 degrees again today.
But it's September; it's fall. Fall is mine. Fall means we're home and the world is still turning. I don't think it's wrong to want to mark that somehow.
Do you get fall urges? What kind?