OK, I'll be the first to admit it, I do not welcome fall. I enjoy the season, but it reminds me that cold weather is coming, and I detest January through early March. I am just not a fan of cold, dreary rain that does not stop and darkness at three o'clock in the afternoon. If I could have fall, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, and then go straight into March, I would be totally fine. But that's not the way it works. So, I hang onto summer as long as I can, until fall slaps me upside the head and forces me to admit it is here.
It has gotten really cold in our house at night, and I, being the cheapskate that I am, refuse to crank up the furnace. So, yesterday, we put the fleece sheets on our bed. OH, I love fall. I gotta tell you, there is nothing quite like the first night of the year that you climb in those fuzzy, warm, fleece sheets that are like fuzzy socks for your whole body. I slept so well last night, well, except for both times the boys woke up for some unknown reason, but it was lovely.
I really do like fall. I love the colors, the decorations, the smell of baking, comfort foods, my crock pot, and fuzzy sweaters. I do not like wearing socks, having to wash, match, fold, and find socks for all the kids every day, and remembering coats. I swear, that adds a half hour to the morning routine every day, and with fleece sheets, I am NOT getting up any earlier!
So, today, I will admit, fall is here. I will welcome it with open arms, and pray that it leads into a shorter winter than last year. I will happily anticipate the holidays to come, and pretend that January and February will be warm and sunny. Don't ruin my delusion, OK?