Falling for You

I've written two semi-serious posts, so I think it's time for a total meaningless one. Let's pretend this post's subtitle is "An Ode to Fall."

Now, let's just get this out of the way. There are those naysayers out there (coughMichellecough) who will cynically tell me that fall only leads to winter, which is therefore depressing. But, I can't help it, I love fall.

You see, I associate fall with the start of something new rather than the beginning of the end. Maybe it's all those years in school. I don't know for sure. I do know, however, that I get butterflies and this gurgly (pretend it's a word, okay?) feeling in my stomach. I just get excited.

I love the colors of fall, especially now that we live in the mountains where I really get to experience it. The rich reds, the warm oranges, and the comforting golds make me giddy--yes, giddy--with delight. I can't wait to dig out my fall decorations, go buy pumpkins and mums (which I'm doing TOMORROW!), and deck out my little abode in autumnal happiness.

I love the smells of fall. You know what I mean, right? A mix of changing leaves and shifting winds that just plain old smells like fall. I suddenly feel like I can light my candles again, and enjoy my new one that's called "Autumn Wreath" (courtesy of a great mother-in-law who understands the integral need of all things Yankee Candle).

And, because, let's be honest, I think with my stomach, I also love the tastes of fall. Really, all I need to say is Pumpkin Spice Latte and the world is a better place. If I had more people to bake for besides my Handsome Husband and myself, I would currently be creating a never-ending mound of breads, pies, and other things that involve lots of butter and pumpkin.

See, now you want to come and visit me so I will bake for you. And you can because I plan on absolutely zero traveling the month of October.