I took my dog, Sally, (50% basset hound, 50% golden retriever, 100% adorable) for a walk with my mom and sister this evening, and I realized that today is the first day that has looked like fall. I've never been able to pick a favorite season, but I really love fall. Here in western Washington state, it's less of an extention of summer, and more of a prelude to winter. Much of the time, the weather is best suited to a mug of hot chocolate and Beethoven. (Of course, you never know what to expect with our bipolar weather, where 80 degrees one day and 50 and drizzling the next is nothing out of the ordinary.) Anyway. Fall means:
- Wind. I love, love, LOVE wind. It's so... exhilarating!
- New fall clothes!
- Fresh apples from our tree in the backyard. You have not tasted an apple until you have had one of these.
- Pumpkin farms!
- Pumpkin ice cream! Mmmmm.....
- Football games - standing in the bleachers with the band freezing our you know whats off, having the time of our lives.
I've just noticed another sign of fall. Colder weather + playing your saxophone for the first time in too long = chapped lips. :( Time to break out the Burt's Bees. But for now, time to go to bed...
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