Smells like burnt sugar
It's that time of year again, the one that's easier to detect now that there's trees for the color of the leaves to change on. John has remembered to change the color of the leaves, or at least to drop the temperatures enough for that to happen on its own, because the city calendars all say it's fall. The city garden's harvest has been in full swing and is now starting to wrap up, Rat's held a scarecrow contest there for the kids, and the last couple of days another sign of autumn has been setting up down by the beach. There's brightly colored tents, and small rides, and games, and then one morning the food smells start to fill the air. That familiar mix of fried dough and burnt sugar scent means the fall festival is here!