I love fall. Or autumn, as my know-it-all preschooler now tells me daily.
I love warm sun and cool breezes.
I love the colors of the trees.
I love the crunch of leaves underfoot.
I love football.
I love that I can have windows open to go to sleep and not wake up feeling like someone ran over my sinuses with a Mack truck.
I love walking outside on a cool morning (it's been known to happen. Sometimes it's just to the mailbox. Whatev).
I love warming up with a mug of coffee, tea, or even better - apple cider!
I love taking the kids to pick apples at the orchard and making enough jars of applesauce to feed an army (or my kids through the winter. Same difference).
I love picking the perfect pumpkin.
I love wearing jeans and hooded sweatshirts.
I love warming the house up by baking.
I love anything made with pumpkin, especially pumpkin spice lattes.
I love freakishly warm fall days like we've had in the last week, when the mercury rises to almost 80. I banished the kids to the out-of-doors all week because I know it won't last. In fact, today was it.
I may cry when it starts raining tomorrow.
There are only three things I can possibly think of about fall that I DON'T love: the smell of burning leaves, the random rogue tornado, and the season that follows it.
Don't get me wrong, I like LOOKING at snow. I like skiing. I want a white Christmas.
But I don't like having to drive in it.
I don't like Hubby has to drive to work in it.
I don't like that we won't see a county plow on our road all season.
I don't like 2-hr delays or cancellations, because I have a 4-year-old who loves school.
I don't like being stuck in my house for weeks on end with my children. We all get a little squirrelly.
I don't like being cold all.the.freaking.time. Coffee consumption goes WAY up.
And if those pesky weather people are to be trusted, it's gonna be a doozy of a winter.
Let's hope it doesn't start next week.