Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I smell something.

The weather is cooler.
I feel the need to buy sweaters.
I suddenly feel like nesting and buying unnecessary, and possibly tacky, holiday trinkets.
Fallen apples on the lawn have a sharp and sweet scent.


This will be my first fall in Sandy since my senior year in high school because I have spent my previous years in Logan. I love fall. I love everything about it. I love that it is jacket weather. I love gourds, kids in cute tights and sweaters, cinnamon smells, turning leaves, everything. I even want to throw myself another wedding in the Fall because it is ever so lovely. Perhaps I'll just settle for a Fall party. I think I will sit on my porch in a chunky sweater and sip cider while my neighbors all lay on their communal futon and smoke with all their doors and windows open. I suppose we all enjoy the Fall differently.