10.12.2012

Aren't you glad I didn't say pumpkin?

Nothing says fall like a warm cup of pumpkin spice latte and a delicious slice of cinnamon bread from Starbucks.
So what if it's 80 degrees outside and I just turned on the A/C? I say it is fall. (Darn you, Mississippi, and your pathetically bipolar weather patterns. Just make up your mind already.)

Well, it's the thought that counts, right? And the thought of fall makes me giddy. Fall is the smell of the sweet olive tree as its enchanting fragrance wafts through the entire yard and back again; the first smell of a crisp fall day as I rush like a madwoman meander on down to my car on my way to work because I'm late again I'm so caught up in the beauty around me; the last smell of the evening when the stars are out and everything is still. Fall is pumpkin lattes, pumpkin pies, and a million other things we can stuff a pumpkin in because it's fall and it's an unwritten mandate passed down from the pumpkin fairies of ancient days (and everyone knows that a pumpkin fairie always has her way) that everything consumed in October-November must contain pumpkin. Fall is crisp mornings, cool nights, beautiful trees and crunchy leaves, good books and warm fires. Sniffly noses Scarves, cold feet boots, weight gain cozy sweaters, and being stuck inside with nothing to do because it's cold outside fuzzy blankets. Fall's fingers, however, extend beyond nature. Fall means family, fellowship, camping, bonfires, stargazing, cider-drinking, and merry-making. Fall is nearly impossible to describe, oh, but so lovely to experience.

But really, fall is the best. 

No one said it as well as Anne of Green Gables, as she gave a happy sigh and said,


Happy October, friends!