We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

Sunday afternoon I was sweeping the floor of my kitchen and I realized how much I love being home in the fall and the spring when I can have the windows open and the afternoon sun comes in and everything is just perfect. That’s the kind of weather that inspires a clean house and a warm beverage.

This morning I had a dentist appointment, and I didn’t have to be at work until noon, so when I got home after having my gums attacked, the cool weather pushed me and Mike to craw back into bed, jeans and all (he had already made the bed, which was very sweet, but, oh well), and talk for a little while. That’s one of the things I miss about being in school – my schedule is so much more rigid now, and I can’t really cancel everything and get back into bed like I used to. It reminds me of one of my favorite things to do – when I was in high school, I’d get up and take my shower and put on my terrycloth robe and climb back into bed and read for about 30 minutes. And when I was done, my mom would bring me up a cup of coffee. I love getting all warm in bed after my shower.

I treasure time like we spent this morning – I was ready for work, so I wasn’t in a rush to get things done, and I decided the housework could wait. We had time to talk about some things that have happened the past few days, to process how we are doing. I am thankful that he’s around so much more now, because of not working, and I love being able to take advantage of that.

Yesterday I was thinking about how these fall days turn me into a different person . . . I want to talk about days like pearls on a string (which is way more poetic than usual for me) and we’re getting the fireplace hooked up and I get excited about flannel sheets and corduroys and my favorite flannel pajamas. I plan long drives with Mike to the mountains to see the leaves. I listen to August and Everything After. I love summer, but I am ready for a change.

“I met a girl with autumn in her eyes and summer in the way she makes me feel . . . “ -Counting Crows

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