This morning my thoughts seem to revolve around what has been on my mind a lot lately. My favorite time of year is Fall. I love the leaves all scattered about in various beautiful reds, yellows, oranges, and brown. I love the cool, crisp air that forces me to put on my winter hat and gloves when walking my dog. This year for my birthday, my daughter Ashley knitted me a gorgeous hat complete with puffy white ball on top. I think my kids all know how much I love having to put on coats, gloves, and hat. So the new hat means so much to me.
It is also the season of holidays here in the USA. I really wish that Thanksgiving was during the Springtime. I love to decorate and enjoy the moment so much, but feel hard pressed to get it all in. Halloween is over and we take down all the scary decor, for Harvest/Fall items. Then the minute Thanksgiving is over barely three weeks later, its all Christmas. It’s all too fast for my liking, and I usually start listening to Christmas music in October to the chagrin of my sisters, who belittle me for doing that. My mother used to do that very same thing, so I probably do in honor of her. It makes me remember all the fun decorating we would do as kids, and then the same I did with my own children. I see my daughter do the same with her small children, which is so heartwarming.
The happy face of my grandson Luke in the big pile of leaves behind our house