Fall

It seems too hot to be this close to fall. Even so, the trees aren't fooled, and they're starting to turn.

I love fall. By far it's my favorite season. It seems as though it's everyone else's favorite season too. Summer is by far my least favorite season. Winter is okay except that my husband complains endlessly about how cold I want it inside. Spring is okay for about a week. Fall, my sweets, is several months of being treated like a queen and being surrounded by pumpkins, Halloween candy, earlier nightfall, the smell of wood stoves throughout the neighborhood, and footie pajamas being a novelty again.