Happy Fall

This is my favorite time of year. I love fall weather, I love fall colors. I was married in the fall. Hunters are going to start getting rid of the pesky deer around here. (I sincerely hope!)

Leaves in the creek means 'tis the season for:
Hot chocolate
Spiced apple cider
Apples
Nippy weather
Nuts
Mums
Thanksgiving
hunting season
cool weather clothes
I get to wear fall colors again

Ummm...let's see, what else? In a couple of years it will mean school time for Ellen. That's hard to believe.

Comments

Frau Guten Tag said…
I have always LOOOVED fall too. As a kid it was exciting to go back to school, to go shopping for new clothes, my birthay is in September, so it only added to the excitement. But I have also always loved the crispness in the air this time of year. I have to admit where I live now I am too far from the mountains to have that same crisp quality in the air, but the air does change here, & I do like it, but I still miss that crisp quality I grew up with.
September 28, 2010 at 12:46 PM
Calfkeeper said…
I never really experienced fall until I came to MO. I guess they had a SORT of fall in Portland, OR, but mostly it just meant more rain.
Here, though, there is a definite difference in seasons, and I like that...even if I DO have to suffer through August to get to it. :)
September 30, 2010 at 2:57 PM
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