Wait, I’m getting off topic here. That’s minus 5 points for me.
He thought I was crazy because I put out fall decorations. The downstairs now looks as though the pumpkin fairy got a wee bit drunk and shook her pretty little orange and red wand just one too many times.
I can’t help it. Autumn is my absolute, hands-down favorite season. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t have summer. I do NOT understand why you summer people rave about it. It’s hot. There are mosquitos. It’s humid. You end up sweating a lot. Ugh — yeah, that’s not my idea of fun.
Fall, on the other hand, is wonderful. The days and nights begin to cool down to crisp, beautiful temperatures; ahhhh, if only it were between 50-70 degrees all year round. Cooler weather just does something to me — I stand up straighter, take in everything around me, breathe more deeply . . . I become truly alive in the fall.
The colors of an autumnal world are deep, vibrant, and warm. Reds, golds, oranges, browns, and yellows swirl in carefully conducted symphony, with the scents of pumpkin, baked apples, and burning leaves providing delicious top notes.
Sadly, I live in Houston, which means I might get one day of Fall each year. This is the number one item on my “Things That Make Me Sad To Live In Houston” list. We aren’t able to enjoy crisp, humidity free days or the sound of leaves crunching beneath our feet. Forget about autumnal colors here. Our foilage goes from green . . . to faded green . . . to light brown . . . to just plain old dead.
Monday marked my attempt to rise above the purgatorial life of Fall in Houston. I couldn’t take the heat anymore — it was depressing me. I needed something to cheer me up. So, after dragging my husband to a few stores around town, I sprinkled a dash of autumn around our house.
