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in honor of fall

  • I added cinnamon to my Saturday morning M&M pancakes
  • I have When Harry Met Sally playing while I do my Saturday morning chores
  • I will finally pull out all of my fall decorations (I wanted to do this last weekend, but I made myself wait)

Other things I can't wait to do this season:

  • Have caramel apple cider from Starbucks
  • Hike at Radnor Lake
  • Go to Gentry's Farm with my niece and nephew
  • Have some of my sister's chili, caramel apple pie, and pumpkin bread
  • celebrate Thanksgiving

Sometimes I think I should be worried about my psyche for loving fall so much. After all, it is the season of dying in way. All of the leaves die and fall off the trees. The air gets colder. It's starts getting darker earlier. It reminds me of dusk. The way the day starts to wind down. The way it all begins to end. Which, ironically (?) is my favorite time of day. I think it should say something about a person - what their favorite season or time of day is. Morning people are spring people. Afternoon people are summer people. Dusk people are fall people. And night owls are winter people. This is not an exact science. Just someting to chew on.

None of this explains why I am a fall/dusk person. Even when I relate this to the span of a lifetime, I see no sense in it. I do not look foward to the fall or dusk of my life. I think I should, but I am still scared to think about being there. I just hope that when I get there, I will be ready for it, and I will enjoy it as much as I enjoy seeing the different colors of leaves sweep across a mountain in fall, and as much I enjoy catching a glimpse of the first visible star at twighlight.

Or maybe just I overthink things. For the love!

Comments

Tanya said…
I heart hot caramel apple cider from Starbucks - so yummy! It makes me happy :)

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