It started last weekend, really. Just a feeling. A little tingle that started in my toes and spread upward. I started packing away tank tops and fold-over cotton skirts and endless pairs of flip-flops. I was compelled to indulge in warm beverages involving the words "pumpkin spice." I really wanted to hear James Taylor sing about how the frost is on the pumpkin and the hay is in the barn.
Then this weekend...
Saturday morning's hike was full of little signs.
And the feeling spread from something inside of me to something visible and tangible.
The evening turned (even) cooler and Hubby (who is really not a warm beverage kind of person) thought that hot cocoa was a good idea. How could I argue with that?
And today, a cool, rainy day and a crock pot filled with vegetable soup.
Oh, Fall... I've missed you. I'm so glad you're back.