Last week, one of my sister’s friends voiced on her blog what I’ve been feeling myself: how I’m craving fall. And this morning, it really hit me as I was on my work shuttle making the trek up the hill.
Even though we’re really lucky out here with low humidities, we still get pretty dang hot in the summer. While I love a nice sleeveless shirt and pair of shorts, I’ve realized that I’m growing out of that type of wardrobe, since it’s not really work appropriate and I don’t get summers off. I crave my flats, long sleeve fall sweaters and scarfs. Not to mention the sights, sounds and smells.
If I think about it, I can smell fall… the dampness in the mornings on the fallen leaves combined with the warm sweetness of the little bit of heat that the trees held onto overnight. I also smell a bit of diesel, which reminds me of those days riding the school bus growing up back home, or getting on one to go to a football game. And, who can forget the smell of cinnamon and apples, which seems to just always go with fall. Oh, and grills from the tailgates before college football games, or before watching the game on tv with friends.
I can hear the excited laughs of the children at the parks as I’d drive by, enjoying the last few warm days before winter sets in, and I hear the leaves cruching under my feet. I hear the cheers of the football fans, and the angry jeers of those whose teams aren’t playing well.
I can see the bright oranges and reds of the trees along the streets I used to grow up on. And now, the bright yellow leaves of the Aspen trees against the bright blue, never-ending cloudless Colorado sky. Not to mention little farms that offer up their hay-rides and produce for sale, with bright yellow and orange pumpkins and gourds, and the beautiful deep burgundies, oranges and yellows of the fall flowers.
I’m almost giddy with excitement, because I finally get to celebrate fall in all it’s glory in our new house… buying mums for the front steps:
maybe taking a hayride with friends like S and I did back in 2007:
Or just create a cute little table centerpiece before a dinner:
I know it sounds like I’m wishing my life away, but I am ready to be comfortable in what I wear, and be able to sleep with the windows open again.
Any one else ready for fall?