“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” -George Eliot
Fall is by far my favorite season. Right now we are having an Indian Summer (is that racist? am I supposed to say a Native American Summer?). It is like 80 degrees out today and hot and muggy. I am over it. I want the crisp air. I want tights and cardigans and crunching leaves under my feet. I want apple cider and mums on the porch. I want high school football games played under the lights. I want crock pots bubbling on a Sunday afternoon. I want the tourists to leave the beaches. I want fall camping, sleeping outside in layers and layers of clothes all warm and snuggled in my sleeping bag. I want to see color and smell the leaves as I walk in the woods.