Texas was apparently supernaturally transported north today. It rained and the temperature dropped to the 60s.
Fall surprised us and peeped its head around the corner early this year.
I wrapped my white and coral apron around my waist and roasted a butternut squash.
After picking up the boys from piano practice, I ran to La Madeleine and bought tomato soup and a fresh loaf of sourdough. I even snagged the same cozy meal for our neighbors and dropped it off, because Fall should never be welcomed alone.
Homeschooling duty called for a few hours, and then I baked pumpkin bread and zucchini bread laced with cranberries. I went ahead and stuffed some mushrooms with goat cheese and roasted those, too.
I wore my glasses all day, a celebration I reserve for days when I plan to see absolutely no one in particular at all.
My introverted nature adores the fall with all its coziness. In Autumn we all seem to hunker down and take a deep breath before the glitz of the holidays begins flashing at us from every store display, and shouting from the non-vacant squares on our calendars.
Mr. Fantastic is away preaching at a campus retreat for a few hours. I have a date with a fuzzy blanket and my book about China. I may even give myself a pedicure. I will definitely drink hot chocolate and hope more rain pitter patters on the windows.
Because this is still Texas, it will probably be 100 degrees again next week. But tonight, it is fall, and I am gloriously left alone in the simple joy of just being.
Welcome, Fall, and thank you for the reminder that in this world of doing, going, making, it is good to just be for a day or two….
