Last fall was a bust. I was nauseated and overwhelmed. I never made a chili or bought a pumpkin. I told myself that next year, I would trade my nausea in for a baby. I would milk the heck out of fall. I would make soups and burn all the fall candles I own. I would do all the fall baking I was too sick to do, I would buy the pumpkins, I would drink the pumpkin spice latte, and I would burn the candles that made me vomit at the thought of them.
That's exactly what I've done. I've been baking up a storm: rosemary apple bacon biscuits, white cheddar apple scones, cookies, pumpkin bread, apple cinnamon bread, you name it. I'm alternating my cider and pumpkin candles and burning them every day, no longer worried about saving them for special occasions. I'm breaking out my favorite sweaters. I'm wearing my wool socks around the house. I've pulled up the blinds so we constantly have a front row view of the changing leaves. Whenever it rains, I make a blanket fort in the living room and pull out the baby's favorite toys, and turn on a movie. We watched It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown the other day while pumpkin bread baked in the oven and the rain tapped on the windows, and I felt like I self-actualized. I've been eating butternut squash soup with lunch. I've been drinking pumpkin spice coffee and drinking harvest blend tea. I'm taking pictures of foliage like I'll never live through another October. We've been going to my hometown orchard for cider and apples and cinnamon apple butter. We're spending afternoons at the leaf-covered park, swinging on the swings and playing with the fallen leaves. We're going to German Village for pumpkin spice macarons and to walk down the brick streets gawking at orange trees. We're watching Gilmore Girls and flirting with Christmas movies.
I've been trying to make our home a cozy haven lately. Lots of warm blankets and pillows on the couch, lots of hearty soups and breads, candles burning, and cozy clothes on. It's cloudy and grey, AND it's Halloween, so we're going to watch Meet Me in St. Louis later. I know it's technically a Christmas movie, BUT it has a Halloween scene. So, yeah.
Oh my heavens, speaking of Christmas. My mom is knitting Gracie a stocking this year. IT'S GOING TO HAVE CATS ON IT. We picked out the colors the other day and I fell flat on the floor from
Happy Halloween, everyone. Tomorrow is November 1st, which means I'm going to go dust off my Bing Crosby album.