
It's that time of the year when the most pressing concerns are going to the nearest Starbucks to get a Pumpkin Spice Latte and celebrating the changing of the seasons. And this year is no exception!
We've been all the more ecstatic because we live in such a beautiful place where we can enjoy actual "seasons" besides the nine months of hot and three months of in between like I'm accustomed to back in Texas. Don't misunderstand--I like Texas and all, but I've never lived in a place where I can truly enjoy the fall as much as I enjoy it here.
We've been really trying to take advantage of the season, enjoying hikes through forests of sunny yellow, fiery orange, and rich scarlet. The days have been surprising us with their early morning briskness--it isn't uncommon to wake up in the low 30's with our gas heater having kicked on automatically.
There's just something about the cool, crisp mornings--when your coffee serves as much to warm you up as wake you up--that gives this season an extra measure of "like" in my book. I will confess readily that I've always wanted to live in a place that genuinely had a fall season. I remember too well my elementary classrooms being decorated in the colors of the season whilst I walked outside to pine straw and 80 degree temperatures. Even when the leaves did finally change in late December, it was from green straight to brown, with little in between.
But here we are! I feel as though we've "arrived" in the sense that we live in a place that seems to be a little piece of heaven on earth. Now... if only I could find a half-price winter jacket. Something tells me I'm going to need it...