Fall is here, and it is easily one of my favorite season.
The weather is generally cooler than summer, obviously. I like going around in a sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. When you get above a certain temperature, there are obviously so many layers that you are able to take off before it falls into the category of “indecent.”
The humidity also drops considerably. I live in the Midwest, so summers are usually hot and muggy. Too often, you can shower and still feel all sticky, sweaty, and gross well after.
Along with the wind shifting, the shadows are gradually growing longer. The leaves are changing colors and falling. I am rather fond of those “blustery” days where the wind just tears the leaves from the trees. The way they skitter across the ground and crunch under foot is just lovely.
The sun is also delightfully warm. My dogs and I both like to just take a leisurely stroll on a sun-dappled sidewalk.
However, I am not so fond of how the mornings are becoming cooler. 45 degrees Fahrenheit is not too much above freezing, and a sweatshirt can only keep you warm to an extant. And did I mention that I am not too big of a fan of bulky layers?
When it comes to Fall, Mother Nature has just come home from work. She’s changed into her comfy PJ’s, opened a bottle of wine, and sprawled out on the couch with a glass of wine and a good book. She’s good and relaxed and dozing off. Once Winter arrives, she has tucked herself into bed for a long rest.