Around here, Fall means football. Not just any football. Buckeye football. You can enjoy the beauties of the season all week long, but on Saturday, you are in the house sitting in front of the television watching the Buckeyes (or knitting, as I was doing today). One of the first things Libby said was "touchdown" (I think in her one year pictures that I took she was doing the arms up "toughdown" signal) followed by, "Go Bucks!" and "Brutus". Yeah, it's like that.
How about you? What does Fall mean in your family?