September was brutally hot this year. Lots of heat and humidity, and I was preparing to go to California, the land of the eternal summer, so I didn't let myself get into the swing of fall until I came back. BUT I'M BACK and elbow-deep in my fall decorations.
Saturday was a raining, 53 degrees. I loved it so hard. I wore my first sweater of the year and pranced around Trader Joe's, buying up their 69 cent pumpkins. They're now sitting on the balcony, and I can stare at them and the changing leaves behind them as I sit on the couch and drink my coffee. James bought me a pumpkin spice latte, because I unabashedly love all things pumpkin spice, and my pregnancy hormones forbade me from indulging last year, so now I must over-compensate. I was made for Octobers.
Gracie wore her red corduroy overalls to church yesterday, and I made soup and cornbread for dinner. It's going to be 76 degrees today (I'd rather not discuss it), but I still whipped up some pumpkin spice (there I go again!) baked oatmeal and lit my apple candle this morning. I got inspired to pull out a few fall decorations, and as I grabbed my other fall candles, I got a whiff of my Christmas candles. I heard the ghost of Bing Crosby crooning as the smell of eggnog and nutmeg wafted through the air. I nearly put all the fall decorations away and went for the Christmas tree. I stopped myself, counted to ten, and took a whiff of my pumpkin candle. Reining myself in this time of year is so hard. I love the pumpkins and the leaves but SANTA IS COMING IN TWO MONTHS and I'm still a 5 year old at heart.
I guess this means I'll be continuing my tradition of celebrating Halloween by listening to Christmas music.