It's almost fall. Did you notice? I caught it yesterday morning. A slight change in the angle of the light and the crispness of the air. Just a hint, a taste. But enough so that I caught it as I trudged out to my car in a sleepy stupor with my car keys in one hand and my lunch box in the other. It's made me think of Halloween. Of apple cider, and mud on my shoes as I tromp through the pumpkin patch looking for the perfect pumpkins, and the smell of dry crunched-up leaves. Good stuff. And long sleeve shirts, and winds that whistle around the eaves of the house in the evening, and warm salty pumpkin seeds. It's not quite time for all that yet. But, almost. Almost time for wandering through the corn maze, and putting cobwebs up on the front door instead of taking them down. Time to rake and harvest and eat those really good chocolate cookies that Shawn makes. (Why do those make me think of fall, I wonder?) Almost time. Almost.
