rakey master

Ahhhhhtumn.



Autumn is my very very favorite season. I love the smell of wood smoke and Halloween apples, the chill-bitten mornings and the brisk-blue days. The color palette makes me giddy. I love thick sweaters and patterned socks (oh Man, I could go on about socks. Not baby socks this time, my socks. Everyone's socks! Everyone wears socks here! It's so fun to wear socks again, and to plan on wearing socks with your outfit every day. And the sock options! I am definitely investing. But I digress....)

I am particularly giddy this year because I have not experienced my favorite season for seven years. Isn't that a trip? I mean, the last time I had a proper Fall I was in college in Ashland. I was dating Andy, for godssakes. Sheesh. And now here I am, with crunchy brown leaves literally raining all around me. Yipee!

But as much as I love a yard with a nice shag carpet of crinkly gold, when one has an acre of land and giant tress all around, one must bust out what Alex Trebek called a "long-handled gardening tool [which] can also mean an immoral pleasure seeker."

No, not a hoe.

A rake.



Yay for Autumn!