My house looks better in the Fall. It just does.
It’s like it’s been patient all year just waiting for this time.
For the flip-flops to be replaced with socks and slippers. For the mulled cider candle to have it’s inaugural lighting. For me to step out on the front porch in the early morning hours and feel that chill in the air while the steam rises from my hot cup of coffee. For evenings filled with running through the sprinklers and watching fireworks in the sky to be replaced by foot-y jammies and watching the glow of logs in the fireplace.