I love fall. Every year I look forward to fall with childlike anticipation. Though summer will always be my favorite season fall has always been a close second. The colors, the smells, the feeling in the air, the decor, the prep for Halloween festivities, I love every second of it. It gives me such energy. Light. Warmth.
This year has been a bit different, and I've yet to figure out why. If you look at my past posts from October you can see the difference. I had 15-20 posts in Octobers past. I'd blab on about the glory of fall, and tell ghost stories, show off my decorations, and prepare for Halloween. This October I can barely manage to eek out two posts.
The weather was warm and beautiful. The trees were gorgeous. The smells were still the lovely fall smells I remembered from falls past. And yet I have this weird "lost" feeling. Missing something. Searching for something.
I don't know if it is because of how busy we've been or if I am just feeling fickle. Oh, I've had my moments of fall glory.
We were supposed to have a wonderful extended weekend up north. The boys had off of school on Friday and Monday and we were all looking forward to getting away. Though the weather was cold (about 45 degrees the whole weekend) and extremely windy (about 30 mph everyday) we still spent all of our time outside.
The beautiful colors of fall had gone. We were left with grays and browns.
Anyone else feeling it?