I Heart Fall!

I LOVE fall. I actually don’t think I can communicate in coherent sentences how I feel about the season. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking of the crisp air, the cozy sweaters, whip cream melting into mug of hot chocolate…

It is impossible for me to pick just one fall thing as my favorite. And, believe me, I have tried on more than one occasion to pinpoint what it is that has forged this intense love affair.

So perhaps I can’t make a neat little list, but I can rant about it for a while. If you love fall too, you might want to prepare yourself. This little blog post may send you running towards your nearest Starbucks in leather boots and all the scarves you own in search of a latte and a scrumptious baked good.

Fall is when all of the good things happen. Or, so it seems. Fall is when it’s a nice cold that makes you want to snuggle, but nothing that a simple light sweater can’t keep out. The wind blows and the leaves around me crackle. Fall is when it becomes socially acceptable to eat candy corn and to light a fire. Fall is when even though its chilly out I feel warm inside, because, that what fall does. Most of all, why I love fall, is that feeling you get in your gut. The warm one that just makes you want to wrap your arms around yourself and smile. It’s the feeling that goes along with pumpkin and nutmeg, eggnog and ginger. And it lasts; it leads into winter where the focus is on Christmas! And so many great things go with Christmas, but the feeling I get during that season, it starts in fall.

Fall is my fashion show. I have my share of cute flip flops, sandals, and Forever 21 dresses, and by mid-March I take any peek of sun as my go-ahead to slip into a tank top and pretend I’m not freezing my butt off. But come September I am so sick of the skin baring clothes I could throw them all out the window. This fall couldn't come any sooner. I’m ready to break out my flannel shirt-dress, my patterned tights, my suede fall boots… 

Fall is my buffet table. I pretty much celebrate Thanksgiving for the entire season. But how can you stop yourself from enjoying the Apple pie? The mashed potatoes, the creamy soups, the whipped-cream-mocha-caramel-latte-twists? Seriously, it’s only around for a few short months and I am going to enjoy every last bite/slurp/lick and munch of it.

Fall is my amusement park. How many awesome activities emerge during the season? (Which I take as a testament to the fact that deep down fall is everyone’s favorite season.) There are all sorts of festivals, movie outings and big group dinners. And did I mention football? Now, I’m not one of those girls that grabs a beer and talks witty banter with the men of the house (the extent of my participation is: “Why’d he throw that flag? What a jerk!”), but that doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate the sound of a football game lingering through the house!