With the first brisk wind, I became a whirl of preparation for my favorite time of year.
Spring is pretty, and summer is nice for a good hour, but the cooler months are what really stuffs my horn of plenty.
As soon as one leaf even hinted at a change of hue, I merrily tossed all of my summer clothes into a tote and stuffed them into our “storage space”, the floor of which is probably going to give way in about 14 minutes.
Burying spaghetti-strapped tops and unflattering pairs of shorts is an unparalled joy, and helps me usher in a time of year most aptly conveyed in this e-card.
Furthermore, I switched out our lame, faceless soap for a particularly festive one:
Which A greeted with trepidation, emerging from the bathroom to quietly ask, “What have you done?”
One particularly delightful day, my parents joined A and I as we attended a “sock-toberfest” event in a neighboring town. GUESS WHO STOCKED UP ON WARM SOCKS FOR 90% OFF. Then we picked pumpkins and decorative gourds. Can you think of a more stereotypically perfect fall day. NO YOU CAN’T.
This time of year also welcomes some pretty sensational holidays. Like the one where you dress up like a floozy/murderer/your true personality. Catholicism may have tried to erase this day from existence, but it prevails! And I will. wear. ears.
And don’t forget my favorite, the one where you eat.
And the one where you get things. YES!
Furthermore, who doesn’t love it when the sun goes down around 5 p.m. Going through life like I’m living in a perpetual cave puts a bounce in my gait.
In closing, this time of year is nothing less than seasonal paradise, wrapped in a crisp, comforting package. I think I will slip on my knee-high stripey socks, grab some nog (now in stores, if we haven’t claimed it all) and hug a pumpkin.
Happy Fall, all!