Hey there, awesome readers!
The picture above was taken at my parent’s farm over the weekend.
Although everything is still green (except for the soya in the fields), the air was crisp. The kind of crisp that creates a duel, if you will, between the fresh, cool breeze and the waning sun. The kind of crisp where we welcome the warm rays on our skin. Fall was in the air.
There’s just something about the fall. The promise of rich, earthy colors. The farewell to flip flops and sudden need for warm, fuzzy socks. The time to harvest and prepare for the dreaded winter season. We know it’s coming. Winter comes every year at the same time. And yet somehow, we’re never really prepared. (Is it just me?)
Although everything about fall seems to revolve around nature and its wondrous beauty, the season has also made an impact on coffee houses as the likes of Starbucks and Tim Hortons roll in the seasonal pumpkin spice lattes
that cost eleventy-thousand dollars.
I enjoy the fall.
Maybe it’s because we’ve been conditioned from the many years of back-to-school (first our own and then our children’s) but fall also triggers a sense of cocooning as we cozy up indoors and get down to the bones of whatever project we’re working on.
For me, it’s writing books. With a few on-the-go and a fast-approaching spring deadline for one of them, I’ve been focused.
And then there’s life. Amongst my many distractions, something happened recently when I was at my hairdresser’s. It was hysterical and a little crude and I’ll be sharing it with you in the next post.
So, stay tuned! Ridiculous happenstance coming soon to a device near you.
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