I sometimes wonder what my little eight-year-old self would think about how 'great' I think the fall is. Would she be a little miffed at how great I think it is to be at school? Probably as miffed as the adult me is at the little girl who thought it would be so great to one day be an adult. Of course. Maybe I'm not one yet. Especially since I still find it really difficult to walk by a huge pile of leaves and not jump into it.
Here is to pumpkins and spice and everything nice as the air cools a bit in this gosh-forsaken hottest place in the world called Texas. And to new beginnings. Maybe that is what I like most about fall. This sense of starting. Of a new year so to speak. What is your favorite season?