It wasn't until we moved to Ohio that I really learned about seasons. In Southern California it is either "hot and dry" or "cool and dry," and completely deprives the senses that marks this passage of time. If you're living off the land, understanding seasonal eating is crucial to survival.
I have a funny story: when I was in college, I used to buy my favorite red apple recognizing it by the price (most expensive). I didn't know the name of it, of course, but when apple season came around and prices leveled out, I could no longer identify my apple and was perturbed at the produce department for changing the prices on me. They thought I would appreciate the lower prices, but really, I didn't. I was "seasonally illiterate" and a consumer snob out of ignorance. I mention this because just the other day, someone asked for cherries at our market, and I had to temper my tone of voice as I explained that "cherries are really only ready in this area in late May/early June" to the subdued and uninterested reply of "oh". I stared at her because I realized --I used to be just like her.
But I will close now, musing about Fall, my favorite season of the year--having been educated by farming and experiencing life in four seasons: Fall means: apple cider, butternut squash soup, pumpkin spice lattes, college football (Go Bruins), first frosts, hay rides, pumpkin festivals, warm sweaters, crunchy leaves, gray skies, wind blowing, vacation (finally), studying with the boys, and down time with the family. And of course, apples.
For whatever Fall means to you, enjoy the seasonality and taste of its season.