It's September 1st today.
Every year when August comes my mind starts jumping forwards a bit --- fall is coming, fall is coming. I start dreaming of pumpkins, of mums on our doorstep, of gray days and crisp air, of sweaters and plaid scarves, of stews that cook all day and warm homemade bread, of evenings spent wrapped up in a blanket with a cuppa tea and a book. I get lost in fall; it's dreamy and cozy, inspiring and comforting. I feel an extra excitement to go adventure and, at the same time, a strong desire to be at home.
My adoration of fall was deeply instilled in me by my darling mother and by the incomparable Anne Shirley. My mother's love for hot tea and Scottish scones, for rainy fall afternoons and a classic black and white movie, for crunching leaves and long walks -- she taught me to enjoy the very best parts of the season, the little things, the things that make it most wonderful. And Anne Shirley showed me how invigorating the chill in the air is, how the season rekindles a love for learning, and how very delicious the autumn scents are.
There's so much that is dear about the season of fall. It's pure loveliness. I'm so eager to fill up these next weeks with pumpkin and apple scented candles and baked goods, with finding the perfect pumpkin to carve with AK, with long walks in the quiet neighborhood across the street, with football games and cable knit sweaters. This season holds some of my most beloved memories and some of my favorite days to celebrate. I'm feeling that special autumnal thrill inside today, my friends, and I love it.
September, I'm so very glad you've arrived.