As far as I'm concerned, it's Fall!

It’s September 1. As sit here in my parent’s backyard, still in my pajamas, sipping pumpkin spice coffee, there’s a slight chill in the air.  In a few hours that chill will give way to warm winds as summer reminds us it’s not ready to go yet.  But I’m not listening.  As far as I’m concerned, it’s time for autumn.

BRING ON THE PUMPKIN SPICED EVERYTHING!!!!!

It’s been 10 years since I last experienced a real autumn.  If I knew the South didn’t have a proper fall, I probably would not have moved there. While I loved the 75 degree days in January and the lack of mornings spent shoveling my drive, each September in Savannah, I felt a little homesick.  Savannah had 3 seasons-  a long stretch where it was hot as hell, a short mild winter where I could brag to my Chicago family that I put up Christmas decorations in my shorts and a beautiful spring that no one could enjoy because allergies turned us in mucousy, miserable masses.

With three seasons, I felt like something was missing.  My soul is Midwestern.  I want four seasons and I want to bitch about all of them.

When my Yankee friends talked about long drives to see the changing leaves, or breaking out their new scarves, I felt pangs of envy.  Fall has always been my favorite season and I missed it like crazy. Now that I’m back in the Midwest, I plan to take full advantage of the season until winter confines us to the house. Bike trips, hikes and car rides through along the scenic Miami River Valley have been scouted. I plan to make all the pumpkin flavored recipes I’ve pinned on Pinterest. We have a brand new dutch oven ready to be filled with Brett’s bubbling chili. My awesome husband got me Sunday Ticket so I can be disappointed by my beloved Chicago Bears. 

Bring it on autumn.  I’m ready for you.