Today, girls are wearing boots and scarves.
Lawns are being cut for the last time.
Acorns are leaping from the trees and little kids are walking home from school with their parents. In jeans.
Trees are whispering to each other, “Is it time?” “Yes, it’s time…”
Handmade quilts are being added to beds so the windows can be left open all night.
Fresh fruits are starting to hibernate while soups, rested and ready, make their comeback in large proportions.
Cardigans and fleece blankets and warm colors sneak back into our lives while the air just smells of holidays.
Days are getting shorter and indoor project lists longer, though our evening walks last twice as long as usual.
Jackets add fun and whimsy back into our wardrobes, which are begging for variation.
The world craves more weather like this, and I crave apple pie.
There’s a desperate plea from the single masses for someone to love for the holidays.
Soon the world will smell of rich sweets and hearty meals and dusty heaters and cinnamon sticks.
And that’s a lovely thing.
For this, my friends, is fall.
And with fall upon us, we prepare for our first winter of marriage together. This year, nobody has to leave late at night in the cold.