I know, I know. It’s not really Fall yet. The Autumnal Equinox is still a couple of weeks away. I know that there are folks that love summer and are clinging to every last sweaty day. You want your margaritas and not your Pumpkin Spice. That’s fine. You do you. But I’m going to do me. And Fall is my season. From where I stand, the calendar hits September and I am all in. Especially this year. The summer kind of sucked. I’m not going to dwell on it, you’ve already heard my sob stories. I will admit, at first I wasn’t 100% looking forward to Fall because I was nervous about Ollie going to kindergarten, but one week down and knock on wood, he’s handling the transition quite well. The weather has been quite Fall like and the air just feels magic to me. I am here for it.
We had a quintessential Fall weekend. We went to a church festival, the apple orchard and I made a pie. We made homemade spaghetti with tomato sauce with tomatoes from our garden. I put out all my Fall decor (not the Halloween stuff quite yet though) and I’ve pulled out all my Fall clothing and put away most of the summer stuff. We slept with the windows open and snuggled under warm blankets. I was wearing cozy sweatshirts and black leggings all weekend. And I crossed to the dark side. While I don’t love pumpkin spice lattes (gasp) I tried the pumpkin cream cold brew at Starbucks. And I loved it.
If all my weekends this Fall can look like this, I’ll be quite happy. I know we’ll have warm days yet and that’s fine. I’m still happy to sit outside and enjoy the warm days if we have them. Otherwise I am embracing my season and living it loud. Haters gonna hate, but this pumpkin’s gonna pump. Or something like that anyway….