Even though the Chicks and Mother Nature may be in denial, summer is over. Yesterday marked the official beginning of fall. To celebrate—and make us feel a little better about putting away the t-shirts and sandals—we’re sharing the things we’re looking forward to most over the next few months.
No denial here! I love autumn. LOVE! I walked into Target the other day and saw a clothing section full of deep greens and reds and I became semi-delirious for a second. Like Will Ferrell in Elf discovering the World’s Best Cup of Coffee, I wanted to run through the store yelling, “It’s here! It’s here! Autumn clothes are here!” I love everything about autumn, from the first pot of chili to autumn leaves to clothing that complements my complexion. I love that my birthday is in October—which is clearly the best month of the year no matter where you live—and I love Halloween because it’s simultaneously spooky and fun and you can wear costumes and eat candy with impunity. I also love that no matter where you live, the weather is probably just about perfect in October, neither too cool nor too hot. So come on over and I’ll make you chili, and if it’s Halloween I’ll throw a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup into the recipe because it’s a tradition, and we’ll have pumpkin pie and wear sweaters and play in the leaves and hope that winter doesn’t spoil our fun too soon.
One harbinger of fall I dread? The Pumpkin Spice Latte. Sure, I used to love them, but I worked the drive-thru at Starbucks a while back and just the faintest whiff of the stuff sends me into a panic attack. Fat or nonfat, caff or decaf, 1 syrup pump or 10, with or without vanilla, sugar-filled or sugar free—the rapid-fire combos boggled my mind. But if I messed up the order, the reject drink never went to waste. Yep, all the non-pumpkin (at that time PSLs were 100% pumpkin-free) sweetness I could stand. What DO I like about fall? Well, New Hampshire is Foliage City, with leaf-peeper pilgrims everywhere. We always have a full house of family and friends, the Sox and Patriot games are broadcast on every TV statewide, we’ve got corn mazes, pumpkin patches and festivals and trabourchets, apple picking and cider, Oktoberfests, kids wearing coats over their Halloween costumes, presidential campaigns on steroids, terrifying droves of wild turkeys jumping from stone walls, and of course those Norman Rockwell Thanksgivings. But who knows, maybe this year I’ll leave a Pumpkin Spice Latte for the Great Pumpkin.
When I was little, my mom was always amazing at making the time change seem like a good thing. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized that Daylight Savings Time sucks. Why? Because you get an hour less of sleep! Who doesn’t want to stay in bed for an extra hour? As far as I’m concerned, if it wasn’t a Sunday, then November 6 should be a national holiday. I also randomly just like saying the phrase, “Fall back” to people. I can’t say I’m excited about the election, but I am excited for November 8 to get here. As much as I love myself some reality TV, this election has felt too much like Real Politicians of D.C. for my liking and I’m afraid how the season is going to end. It hasn’t been all lows though. It did give us Bill and the Balloons: The Greatest Love Story Ever Told. And most importantly, I’m excited for Libra season! As anyone has had a conversation with me that last longer than 10 minutes knows, my birthday is on October 18. I repeat: My birthday is less than one month away people! I’ve already had 37 of them. You’d think I still be excited. But you would wrong. Though I’m not big on huge parties, I do like to mark the occasion. Let me know if you had any ideas on how I should celebrate.
For me, fall means a rainbow of warm-tone foliage and the crisp hint of winter in the air. Oh, wait, I live in Southern California now. So fall means Santa Ana winds, red flag warnings, and air so dry I fear I might disintegrate into dust like The Mummy. Frankly, it’s hard to get excited about any season here on the Left Coast. Oh, the few actual natives that exist insist there are real, defined seasons in the Golden State. Well, maybe there used to be before global warming brought us the worst drought in the state’s history. Now the four seasons seem to be dry, dryer, incredible dry, and driest ever. But I still manage to eek a little joy out of fall—it’s the harbinger of the holiday season. Sometime about early November, I’ll start getting the festive feeling that comes with anticipating Christmas. And maybe, if I’m really, REALLY good, this year Santa will bring me some dang rain.
Readers, drop us a note in the comments below! What’s your favorite thing about fall?
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