Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I don't know about you, but autumn can't come soon enough for me. It's my favorite time of year, probably because it's such a welcome relief from the intense Texas summer heat. Still over a 100 degrees around here, but I'm having autumn dreams.
I love being able to wear sweaters again. Thick and warm and soft.
There's the sound of football. Clashing cleats and smacking chest pads. The grunts of defensive lineman. The cheer of the crowd. The referee's whistle.
There's the State Fair with carnival rides and midways. Games of chance and blue ribbon crafts.
There's fall harvest. Crunchy pecans in their cracking jackets.
And bright orange pumpkins just waiting to be turned into Jack-o-lanterns or pumpkin pie.
And let's talk about all the cold weather food we can eat again. Spicy chili and homemade cornbread.
Candied apples crisp and sticky sweet.
Apple pies with perfectly flaky crust.
And hot apple cider.
Don't forget hearty pot roast.
To my husband, fall means hunting season.
And smoky campfires.
To kids and moms it means back to school.
The sights and smells and tastes and sounds and textures of autumn. Ahhh. Autumn makes me think warm and safe and cozy and home and hearth.
What does autumn mean to you?