Wonderful soups and stews are calling to me as the mornings take on a chill. Not to mention "roast beast" made with lots of veggies to flavor the gravy. Yum.
The evenings require a blanket once more. The fan is hard to give up because I love the "white" sound of it whirring in the night.
Now that the school year has begun again, I am back to my early morning walking... you saw my summer sun rises. This is what a fall sun rise looks like as I head home from my walk.
Fall is my favorite time of year. Probably because I am a fall baby myself. Birthday time is always magical. Mine doesn't arrive until mid-November. (I couldn't be more of a Scorpio if I tried.)
I do not care for the changes in my schedule this year. Let's just say they suck and let it go at that. But it's okay. I need a job and am glad to have one in these times. While I am not in love with my job this year, that gives me some release from being so passionate about it that I am over-focused. Now I can walk out the door and leave it behind me. Even sucking has a silver lining. ;-)
Other sure signs of fall here in Dumb Potter's Hell include the smells on the wind of wood smoke and rain on forest soil. Hoodies, hoodies everywhere. As Mr. Shife pointed out on his blog, the long pants have been pulled out of the closet and put to use again. Soccer teams on the fields. Girls Volleyball games. Back to School Night or Open House. School buses holding up traffic and drivers cursing them. All signs of Fall.
It can't be long before this guy starts roaming the streets either.
Yikes! I am not looking forward to that. Driving to Larry's for the weekend may take on an ominus feel... will it snow while I am there and will I get stuck? His home is at a higher elevation than mine and they get good snow falls. Will I be snowed in at my home and unable to get out? Or maybe Larry will have to drive his truck over and rescue me. Or will that be worth the bother?
But that's a winter thing. We may get a bit of snow here around Thanksgiving, but only a few inches. More like the powdered sugar on your french toast than snowfall. I'm not going to stress over possible trouble yet.
Instead I think I'll focus on the things that I love most about Fall. Long hot baths. Warm cozy fires. Hot mulled cider. The smell of gingerbread baking in the oven. Keeping a good book close at hand. Not to mention long mornings on weekends where you just don't feel the need to leave the flannel sheets until well into the day.
So do tell... what things say "FALL" in your neck of the woods? While you think about it, watch and listen to this almost haunting video.
"La Petite Fille de la Mer" by