I love fall. I love everything about it, the smells, the colors, the crisper air, the Indian summers, the foods, the holidays, the sports, the sounds, the newness of a school year...I could go on and on but the point is, down to the bare bones of it, I love fall.
Now that Labor Day has come and gone and the air has cooled, even temporarily, and I've spent a weekend with football in my realm of conscious, I'm finding myself really psyched. I can't wait to wrap on a scarf and go for a late-night walk with the man who I love to walk with the most. I can't wait to buy a new winter coat this year, because the ones I have are desperately needing replaced; they no longer fit and I've earned a new one. You know, I think I'm going to buy a red wool trench coat.
Reds and oranges and yellows excite me right now. Burnt variations of the hues draw me in, I can almost smell the scent of fall leaves and hear them crackling under my feet as I walk. This, too, is why I love fall. I have decided that adding cork bushes to my landscape is a must. I want to plant a few trees around the yard in the next couple of years and one of the important things in deciding what kind to plant is the fall foliage. I want reds and golds. I love reds and golds. (And if they can grow 20 feet in less than five years, well, I'm sold.)
I made apple butter. I've made a great friend who has helped me make the leap from "wanting to do" to "getting to do" when it comes to fruits and vegetables, and homegrown, homemade varieties. She has been wonderfully generous and brought over a box of apples that I was able to turn into a domestically-goddess ish jar of butter. Only one jar because many apples, and all of the peaches, were devoured by the boys and their friends. And I admit it, I've saved the peels and added it to my collection of compost, which will be dumped on the future site of the garden and covered for the winter with a tarp. But its the things like cooking apples and the smell of cinnamon that really bring home how intoxicating a season can be.
This year is the year for Ohio State/Michigan games for us. Due to a wonderful opportunity and a incredible turn of events, I believe I will have Aaron home with me for a long, long time, making the tailgating weekend a reality for us. I wish we could get into the game, but bar crawling starting at 4am sounds insanely fascinating, as well as a terrific opportunity for a great blog. (That's going to take some advance planning to pull off, since we really do start bar crawling at 4 am on the Saturday of the OSU/MI game.) Come hell or high water, this fall, we're there. And I couldn't be more excited.
I should also mention I'm starting the prowl for firewood. We opted for a wood-burning fireplace so we could use the thing as much as we want. A roaring fire, football with the sound up, jerseys, chili and chips...AAAARRRRHHHHH!!
So there it is. I love fall. It's the perfect season. I wish it would last forever. Everything is clean and fresh, but also warm and soothing.
Who's ready to hit the pumpkin patches?
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