I’m so ready for fall.
It’s hard to believe that in just a few weeks I’ll be shopping for Elle’s Halloween costume and taking her out to the pumpkin patch. Soon the house will be cooled by fresh air blowing in through open windows, bringing with it the smell of burning woodpiles. As much as I love the smell of fresh-cut grass in the summer, I love the scent of burning wood in the fall.
This summer has kind of been a bust. There have been no real trips to the waterpark or days spent lounging at the beach, thanks to Elle’s broken arm and my body’s recent freakish reaction to the sun. Last year, summer vacations were spent climbing Chimney Rock and walking the historically rich streets of Savannah. This year, there were no summer vacations.
Fall in North Florida moves in slowly and doesn’t stay for too long. I can remember the first time I actually saw the fall colors in Florida. My mother and I drove to Tallahassee to do some Christmas shopping and were both pleasantly surprised to find the trees along the highway in various stages of changing colors and losing their leaves. I’ve only seen that change once here in Jacksonville.
I’m looking forward to baking a pumpkin cheesecake for the first time, making caramel apples with Elle, and leaving for work when it’s still dark outside. Cold rain and early sunsets don’t bother me all that much, especially if it’s during a weekend and the only reason I have to leave the house is to get myself a white chocolate mocha from Starbucks. Elle loves to drink hot chocolate before bedtime while we snuggle on the couch with our fuzzy socks on our feet to keep our toes warm.
Yes, I’m so ready for fall.
(Elle’s sidewalk chalk Fall Tree.)
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful