It’s more than the comfort I find in layers, the spice of my favorite latte, or the smell of baked goods in my home. Fall is the season I’m reborn.
I emerge from the heat, the stickiness, the absolute misery of a southern summer as a new women. One who’s ready to take on the decorating, baking, entertaining, and the all-around-jolliness that accompanies the cooler weather grinning ear to ear.
It’s fall. It’s…
My birthday. Fresh turkey sandwiches. Pumpkins on the porch. Sweaters. Coffee. Hayrides. Bonfires. Marshmallows. Cinnamon. Centerpieces. Crafting. Etc. Etc. Etc.
Happy fall everyone.