I feel it. It starting to happen. Its at 7 am when I go out to feed the chickens. Its a crispness that's creeping in through the night and is, for now, chased away by the warm sunshine during the day. Its almost Fall y'all and I couldn't be happier. Giddy is a more appropriate term. More so than Spring or Summer, Fall gives me an energy like no other. The farmers' markets are completely stocked with colorful harvests. Coffee has a whole new purpose as a comforter and hand warmer as I peruse the tents full of veggies and fruits. I can drink coffee anytime of day and in any weather. I stick to one a day if that, but coffee, when its cold outside, lights up my soul. Sounds slightly grandeur to describe a beverage in such a way, but I think its an association I have between coffee and shopping with my mom almost every Saturday for the past few years. I have finally found the person who truly gets me and shares the same passions for simpler more wholesome living. We have this addiction to Heine Bros coffee. What once started out as a crush on Starbuck's, our gateway coffee, has led to trips around town to different coffee shops until we found our true loves...Mom's mocha with whipped cream and my Nutty Irishman latte. Whatever we do or where ever we go is in direct correlation to the location of a Heine Bros coffee. (Starbuck's Pumpkin Pie Latte...I still heart you best of all) Luckily our favorite places to go are generally in the same vicinity.
So back to the subject of Fall...screw all you guys whose pumpkins grew this year. No, I'm kidding. I'm happy for you. Slightly bitter, but happy for you, nonetheless. No pumpkins and no clue as to why. My heart breaks every time I look out the window to my meek pumpkin patch and see nothing but vines and big orange flowers, but no glorious pumpkins. It makes no sense. And even though there is no chance that by Oct 31st I'll have one of my own orange beauties to carve, I can't bring myself to pull up the vines. As if the Great Pumpkin, himself, would visit in the night and sprinkle full grown pumpkins onto my vines and I would run down the stairs in the morning to see what Halloween presents he left for me. Yeah, I went there. So what. A girl can dream can't she?! Oh well, try again next year.
P.S. I have already started buying seeds for next Spring. Ridiculous.
