Today my sister, Merrick, wrote a post about fall; she went to the farmers’ market in a full-on coat (a coat!) and bought donuts and hot chocolate. Friends, the only time I’m drinking hot chocolate these days is at work, where it’s so over-air-conditioned, I have to wear a sweater.
While it’s threatening to snow tonight in Utah, I’ve been running errands in a t-shirt and flip-flops (and pants, of course. What kind of person do you think I am?) (Also, by running errands I mean going to Ross and Old Navy).
And yet, even though it’s still hitting the high eighties every day, it is starting to feel a little bit like fall. We have our Halloween decorations up (my mom, in her usual awesome fashion, sent us a great orange doormat with black cats on it) and, although we still have to keep the AC running, at least the light has taken on that fall/winter look. And frankly, right now, that’s enough for me.
Also, all our leaves are falling off our two giant trees in the front yard, which means we’ll probably be celebrating our two year anniversary of moving into this house (this week!) by raking up leaves and mumbling about how stupid fall is.