My Instagram feed has been blowing up lately with pictures of early leaves cluttering sidewalks & cinnamon-capped pumpkin lattes - each photo adorned with a cliche caption about fall being the best season. I shrugged it off because fall is still months away, of course.
Imagine my surprise when I stopped to glance at the calendar the other day and realized that fall is a mere seventeen days away. Seventeen days. Good people! Do you realize what this means?
It means Justin and I are going to be spending as many weekends as possible at the farm. It means we're going to be eating soup and sweet potato cupcakes and leftover turkey sandwiches. It means we're going to put hay bales and pumpkins on our front porch and I'll blow the dust off my Frye boots. (I missed an entire season with those boots because I was super-preggo. They're the kind of boots that only look right with skinny jeans and a pregnant body cannot be stuffed into cigarette-slender pants without looking like a can of busted biscuits.)
I know everyone says it's their favorite season, and I think it's a rip-off that it's also the shortest, but there is something incredibly special about autumn. The way the air smells first thing in the morning, the irresistible impulse to go out of your way just to step on that extra-crunchy looking leaf, the feeling that Christmas is just around the corner and thinking about all the sweets you're going to eat. It's magical.
Justin & I are already making plans for our trip to the farm - Quinlan has her overalls packed and ready; I actually bought boots for the annual Walk Through the Field; and I'll say my final goodbyes to the two turkeys (aptly named Thanksgiving & Christmas). But until then, I'll start making white chicken chili once a week and searching for a new apple orchard we haven't been to yet.
But I'm especially excited to experience a familiar season through the eyes of a little girl who's never experienced before. Given her affection for all things crispy - her crinkly elephant toy, crackly foam books - I think she'll find stomping on leaves quite entertaining. And my little lady is just around the corner from diving head first into solid foods, and I'm totally excited for the pumpkin purees and butternut squash coming her way.
And since autumn is so gorgeous, because the leaves are so colorful and the nip in the air makes you want to snuggle up with someone you love and sip a gingerbread latte, I'm giving away a portrait session to one lucky fellow fall lover.
Brittany Thomas Photography Facebook page here.
I Can't Do Math Disclaimer: It's come to my attention that I might maybe have used the wrong "less than" symbol in my little announcement here. I cannot confirm it because I took basic math twice in college and still don't understand the basics (hence the Professional Writing major). Anywho, it should say "please keep it less than 40 miles from zip code 17225." Yes, I'm a flake. Over and out.