It’s fall. Not sure what the calender’s saying, but my soul is telling me it’s fall. The air is cool enough to see your breath in the morning. The windows are remaining closed most of the time, only brief bouts of fresh air are let in in the afternoon now (for a California girl, that’s a sacrifice, let me tell ya). A fire is lit in the family room fireplace each morning. I’m reprogramming the programmable thermostats. The seasonal clothing chest has been drug out, sifted through, clothing tags re-dotted, and long clothes tucked into drawers. Sheepskin slippers are upon my feet. Slipping on jeans every morning. Down comforters are on the beds. Family TV time involves snuggling under the jeans-of-loved-ones quilt. But perhaps best of all, the bugs are dead. Teehee. I love fall. I can sit on the back deck swing with My Love in the mornings, wrapped in a beloved blankie, sipping coffee together, and no mosquitoes to torment me.
Life is very good.