Fall puns

The leaves are piling up and the guests arrive at six, so it's officially crunch time.

My neighbor charges ten bucks a yard to clear leaves, and he's really raking it in.

Every fall, the maple tree finally shows its true colors.

Why are autumn leaves so emotionally healthy? They know when to let go.

Why did the maple tree cry at the movies? It's a total sap.

Every October, the old oak promises to turn over a new leaf.

Our family is very close-knit, mostly because Grandma makes all our sweaters.

Why did the turtleneck get promoted? It was always willing to stick its neck out.

Ever since I bought a sweater vest, I've had a vested interest in cold weather.

Why does Grandma's sweater never miss a game? It came with cable.

I was ready to complain about the cold, but my new cardigan is slowly warming me up to it.

I don't want to make a blanket statement, but cozy season is the best season.

The bakery has had a lot of turnover this fall, mostly apple.

After a decade of pumpkin spice, I'd call my taste buds very seasoned.

Our apple-picking trip turned into a real gala.

When it comes to fall fruit, I'm an apple person to the core.

I'm trying to cut back, but I've had a latte pumpkin spice this week.

I don't love change, but cinnamon rolls taught me to just roll with it.

After the crows stole his hat, the scarecrow said that was the last straw.

When I praised his sweet corn, the farmer just smiled and said, 'Aw, shucks.'

Everyone helped bring in the hay, and even Grandma pitched in.

We were lost in the corn maze for an hour, and it was a-maize-ing.

The orchard planted two pear trees side by side, and they make a lovely pair.

Strange new squash varieties keep cropping up at the farmers market.

Caught red-handed with the last candy apple.

Boots on, scarf on, gourd to go.

Apple picking with the apple of my eye.

Hayride with the whole crew. Had a bale of a time.

Scarf season is here, and I'm all wrapped up in it.

Golden hour at the orchard. This place has serious a-peel.