Fall

It is fall.

And so I find that I am

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

ever so

DEEEEEEPLY

in love with it.

(As I do every year about this time)

Some people get Spring Fever; it's all the rage. Some people swoon for summer. Not this girl. I love fall. It makes me all pumpkin pie and golden leaves and apple cider martinis as I float in breezes just chilly enough to grant permission for scarves and boots and light sweaters.

Fall. Is. Perfection.