Fall

I love this time of year. I love it for many reasons, most them centered around comfort. Isn't it funny how we associate the sights, sounds and smells of a season to an emotion? I wonder what emotion people who love summer feel? They can't feel comfort - we all know you can't be comfortable in 100 degrees! Maybe they feel joy? What about those that love winter? Does the quiet sound of falling snowing or fresh pine smell remind make them feel satisfied, or excited, or love? Interesting - might have to read up on what this all means.

I love fall because of the excitement of the new school year. I know - I don't attend school. Although, if you have been reading my posts for awhile know, you will already be aware of my obscene obsession with school supplies. There has always been something about the thought of a fresh new school year. Makes me happy. It makes me feel comfort because it always meant I was getting into a routine.

I love fall because of the good food. I enjoy cooking and baking, but oddly enough, only really this time of year. I think it is because I love comfort food so much. We had lasagna and apple crisp on Sunday when Mom, Kelly & Faith were over. Yumm...made me very happy.

I also love fall because I get to hear the band practice up at Lincoln HS. Right now I'm sitting on my deck listening to the drums beat out a syncopated rhythm. I imagine them out there practicing hard for one of their many competitions they have coming up this year. I really wish Caleb or Faith would stuck it out with band. I loved band, especially marching on the field at 1/2 time or playing in the pep band. Remember Hang on Sloopy & The Lion Sleeps Tonight - Heather :)!

I love fall most because of the cooler weather. My perfect temperature is about 60 degrees. That makes me happy. I get to wear my warmer clothes, but don't have to worry about bundling up in a jacket or a winter coat. I can pull on a nice, big, comfy sweatshirt along with my capris and Birkenstocks. Even more important, it means it is time to pull out my purple fleece pj bottoms. Gotta love the purple pants :)! Comfy...sigh...

Many of my family members also love the fall as much as I do. I wonder if that runs in the family? Or maybe it is genetic? Like, do we all have the fall gene? he he.  I suppose it has to do with the family time we always spent when fall came around. You know, cutting and stacking wood. Hmmm...doesn't seem like a legitimate answer does it?