The F fell off my letter board and the reflection in the Bath and Body candle lid picked up the word.

Is it Fall yet?????? (Scroll down for poem at the end)

Fall isn’t necessarily my favorite time of year. I just like the season called Summer’s Over. And the beginning of that season is September 2. In my opinion, The best description for Fall was written by Nora Ephron, God rest her soul, and includes freshly sharpened pencils. (You’ve Got Mail)

I love the sense of expectation Fall ushers in where summer still tries to keep us in its doldrums.

When I was a kid we got brand new school clothes in the Fall that I wore to school even though I roasted. Anyone remember cowl necks.

This morning I was so glad to get pictures by text of my oldest daughter’s new Fall wreath she made which looked like something you’d see in a magazine. So I figured it was high time to replace mine from last Spring that had Easter eggs all over it.

So now I have a new Fall wreath on my front door. I bought mine from Walmart but who will ever know?

BRING BACK AUTUMN

Where did Autumn go?

Seems the word is rarely used.

Too quaint and dry and dusty,

Making Fall so overbruised.

Happy Fall? Really…

Let’s put our minds to higher thoughts

Of harvest, pilgrims, and Thanksgiving,

Around the table, olds and tots.

Bring back Autumn

‘Cause Fall… good grief!

It’s solely relating to a leaf.

~Julie Robinson