September

Maybe it's October now, but in my mind it's still September. My time schedule shifted this year, I feel like time jumped ahead of me.The calendar says October, but I don't know how it got there. My favorite month slipped on by; I was hardly able to catch it. I haven't even pulled out the apple cider or scarves yet and I just barely started the fall playlist and candle burning. Yet, September was so beautiful, so enjoyable, so new, so fresh, so...right. I'm not disappointed. It was filled with a new house to organize, a new marriage to learn about, crops being harvested all around, quietness being enjoyed, and life being lived.

October's maybe my second favorite month.

Today was: a cool morning breeze that kept away the boxelder bugs and asian beetles. It was just cool enough for long sleeves, but the warmth of the sun kept the cold from sinking in. It was a dark blue horizon, but a sunshine-y farmyard. It was faded red barns and orange leaves gathering in groups on the roofs. It was looking up to the sky and watching the breeze blow leaves towards my face. It was trying to catch them as I soaked in the magic of the fall. It was watching my husband shingle; he's a hard worker. It was smiling as he joked about how, "you need to stop day-dreaming about fall...it's right now!" I wish I had my camera. I wish even more that everyone was there to enjoy it.

Yes, fall might make me a little crazy. But I love it. The weather. The colors. The feeling.

There's a golden hour in the fall- it's right as the sun starts to set. The sun hits everything just right. The air is still warm enough, yet so comfortable. The bugs are hiding. I run outside to catch it as often as possible. It's just me. It's just what I need. It's just what I love.