Falling for Fall

Do you call it Fall or Autumn? I never say Autumn but I like how it sounds. Either way, it’s one of my most favorite times of year.

The only bad thing about Fall is that it means Winter is closer. But, except for the snow/ice and the extremely bitter cold days, I'm learning to appreciate winter a little more.  (Let’s not jump the gun though.)

Not only does Fall mark the return to school, regular, less busy shop hours and an increase in work for me, Halloween and of course Movember just around the corner  it does have a few other merits:

TV  With so many premieres and finales my PVR has never been so full.  (Don't get me started on finales yet though, I am still digesting Dexter and Breaking Bad ending.)

 Pumpkin  I love pumpkin... I love pumpkin lattes, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin carving, pumpkin soup.  If there was a Starbucks out around the bay, I would practically live there.  

 Layers I'm not one for the heat; I get too hot and I have nothing else to take off.  I get told and I can add another layer :)  Vamps, scarfs, sweaters, blankie and cuddling by the fire.

Sights and Sounds the vibrant red, yellow and orange leaves, twigs cracking under foot, the heaviness of my breath on the cold air.

Smells this is a little morbid because everything is dying, but the smells of fall make me want to spend more time outdoors.

Autumn or Fall?  What's your favorite part?

Husband pointed out that I've been a bit of a flake with my blog the past little while (guess that means he does read it) hopefully I have found my way out of my rut now :)  I have missed it  :)

Fall of the socks

The cool breeze. The changing colors of the leaves. The angry skies. The smell of burning wood in fireplaces. Flannel sheets tucked warmly on the bed. Daylight Savings Time cussed about in line at the coffee shop. Teen aged girls are fully covered, wearing sweater and furry boots. The smells. Starbucks peppermint mocha is back for a 'limited time'. I think I like fall.

Except for the socks!

During the summer husband wears sandals (without socks of course, I already won that battle) and during the fall makes the transition to socks and shoes, but not one pair of socks, no. Husband wears two pairs of socks during the winter... Which means, not only more laundry, but more for me to pick up.

When husband arrives home from work, he sheds the first pair of socks. These usually land on his side of the bed, the foot of the bed or on top of the laundry hamper. Never IN the laundry hamper. The second pair of socks linger on his feet a little longer, they make it through supper and coffee, but depart during TV time. This second pair of socks almost faithfully land on the corner of the couch.




So apart from the dirty stinky socks all over my house, I like fall. UGH.