I made a statement to a friend this summer, arguing that summer was by far the best season of all, to which he quickly argued back, “NO WAY, It is fall!”. We went on for awhile {Zan included and totally on my SUMMER FORVER side!} listing all the reasons why each of our beloved seasons was the greatest season and in the end I was pretty much convinced of one thing and one thing only: Summer is still and always will be NUMBER ONE. Fall has always been my least favorite season {I love LOVE this post {thanks for sharing with me, Annie!}–which so perfectly takes all the thoughts I’ve ever had straight out of my mind}, and in the middle of summer, well, there was just no changing my mind about it, but this morning a quick note (sent by the forementioned friend) graced our inboxes before we could get in another word…
// The air is cool in the evening and great for sleeping, with a bit of a chill in the morning that wakes you, yet its warm inside near a sunny window or in the car. The leaves are beginning to turn into a beautiful array of oranges, yellows, and reds. The air smells crisp and at night there is the scent of wood stoves churning out aromatic and warming heat. It’s still warm enough for ice coffee, but late enough in the year to enjoy it with the flavorings of pumpkins. Embrace it. //
HA. I couldn’t read it and not smile. And just like that— and because I’ve always been the “onward and upward!” type— Autumn is looking mighty bright.
:)
