Yes, this song pops into my head this time of the year.
I know it's technically the wrong season, but I don't care.
For me, it is actually the most wonderful time of the year.
The suffocating heat has gone. Yes, there are a couple days that remind you of what once was, but for the most part the mornings are crisp, the skies are either an electric blue or a delicious grey. The sun goes down earlier and earlier with the evenings becoming crisp again.
Which brings me back to flannel sheets on my bed - which is the best!
Throughout the neighborhood I can smell the smoke from the fireplaces. It only makes me want to get mine going too.
Trees are changing colors. As of today, they aren't real vibrant, but it will be only a matter of days before the pop of color covers the valley in which I live. I love to look out and see the rolling hills change colors. The many shades of yellow, orange, reds and brown make my world look completely different.
Autumn appropriate decorations are cropping up. I've been waiting to buy my pumpkins for nearly two weeks. I'd hate to feed the squirrels that early in the season - and they can really do a number on fresh pumpkins.
Not that I'm looking forward to winter again, but I get giddy about Autumn.
My excitement builds from the end of September until the crescendo of Halloween (one of my most favorite things).
I guess it's the little girl in me who still loves to crunch through the fallen leaves, inhale the damp smell of earth, trick-or-treat, and eat candy.
There's no real need to let those things go. You just need a couple friends nearby who can enjoy letting their inner children out with you once in a while when the world is so full of adult things.
