I love so many things about fall. The colors are my favorites! I took my grandmother’s afghan out of the closet and placed it on the bed Saturday. Its green, brown, and gold diagonals are perfect for fall and I’m amazed once again that I’ve had that lovely spread for over thirty years. Gran’s work has certainly withstood the test of time.
When I went to Walmart Saturday I enjoyed the orange and brown items on display throughout the store (and tried to ignore those red and green things already on display). Yes, the pumpkins are expensive, but I’m sure we’ll still buy one. The mums are beautiful! The leaf decorations remind me of mother.
The foods of fall are also exciting after a summer of fresh vegetables and salads. Cold winds tell my taste buds that they want fresh warm bread and hot soup and anything made with pumpkin. Even the flavored water that Gary drinks now includes “cranberry” and “apple cider” flavors for the season. I’m looking forward to more potatoes and pasta…even though I don’t need them. Waffles and oatmeal suddenly have new appeal.
My sweaters and sweatshirts are washed and ready for service. My pajamas are just waiting for the next “cold front”. My fuzzy robe is out of storage and I love the feel of it. Fall is all about colors and textures and softness. I love to snuggle on the couch with a warm afghan, a cup of coffee, and a good book.
And of course fall brings back some of my favorite memories. Even though Mom died in the fall, I won’t let that distract me from the many wonderful memories we made during her favorite time of year. Her birthday in September and her father’s in October were happy occasions. She loved seeing the kids dressed for Halloween. She enjoyed visiting with friends on Heritage Day. She loved cooking for Thanksgiving.
So…even though our fall is a bit erratic and not nearly long enough, I will be enjoying every moment of it.