fall is my favorite
it’s always so exciting. one day a cool breeze floats through the window, carrying the smell of a single sun dried leaf, and you just know - fall is coming. on the weekends, a faint whistle from the nearby park where tiny football players are running around for their mommies and daddies who sip warm drinks on cold benches. the trees start to turn from green to brown and, in oregon, the grass starts to turn from brown to green with the first rain of the season. it’s comforting to zip up a light jacket, throw on a blanket, some thick socks. the night comes sooner, lending to the smattering of spooky plastic crap adorning store fronts. less lawn mowers, more leaf blowers. less barbeque, more stew. fewer berries, more squash. not the flashy, in your face, extreme fun, hot pink of summer. it’s fall, it’s orange and brown and cool and lovely. and it’s my favorite.
