Fall

I love fall, don't you?  

Cool nights for sleeping.  Warm afternoons for ripening the last of the tomatoes on the vine.

Shorter days mean long shadows, warm light, and more cozy hours inside snuggled under a quilt.

Sweaters.

Jeans.

School.

Books.

Soup.

Long walks.

Crisp leaves.

I'm ready for a change.  I think God put me in a place where we have distinct seasons, because He knew I'd get restless every few months.  Otherwise, I might have to dye my hair purple.  Or (gasp!) move the furniture around.

Here's to the first day of fall.  To change.  To homemade soup and bread.

I think I know what I'm making for dinner...