I have been dreaming about it for weeks, months even. I have indulged, bemoaned and anticipated it here, here, and here.
But this weekend, it arrived.
I mean really arrived.
And I am so amazingly excited.
What am I talking about? Fall, of course.
Saturday was a beauty, I have to admit–86* and super sunny. Husband and I set to work preparing the porch for fall, and it was nice to be outside in the warm sunshine in tank-top and flip-flops.
And Ginger spent her day lazing out there.
We even harvested a bit of our fall garden to eat with lunch…
But Sunday dawned dark and wet, a mere 62* and that would be the high for the day. I even wore a coat to church.
As always, rainy days help me slow down. So while Husband worked, the puppy and I cuddled up in the living room with hot tea and a warm blanket. As the rain pattered on the roof and lovingly soaked the garden, we watched Little Women and worked on some knitting…
I know a special little girl who loves yellow…
This morning I rose with a shiver in the darkness. Yes, it’s dark when I wake now. Which means my battle with mornings returns.
But for now, I am choosing to embrace the chill in the air and the icy breeze wafting in the open windows as I search for the socks and slippers Puppy re-located during the night. I put the tea kettle on not out of habit (although it is that), but because I crave the steamy mug that will warm my hands and heart.
Husband and I may have to search our upstairs storage for the mini-heater that takes the chill off the bathroom in the mornings, but for now, I’ll just warm my fingers under the faucet.
I donned a favorite sweater and even pulled on my trusty trench coat before I walked out the door to head into work.
Welcome, dear fall. Please, take off your hat and coat and sit a while–join me for a cup of tea, won’t you?