Today is the first day of fall.
I like the word Autumn better than fall. It’s just….better.
Autumn is falling leaves and apples. It’s farmer’s markets and pumpkins. It’s fireplaces and football. Spice and soups and stews.
The time for summer fun is over.
I didn’t finish my list.
I went back to work.
I was busy.
I was tired.
I was lazy.
I had bigger fish to fry.
It should come as no surprise that I didn’t accomplish the “big” things like sewing a crib rail cover for Olivia. Or redecorating the guest room. Or baking homemade English muffins. Those items were probably delusions of grandeur to begin with.
What does disappoint me is that I wasn’t able to manage an hour or two to read a magazine on the deck. Or volunteer. We are blessed beyond measure and have no good reason for not volunteering.
That being said, I think I kicked butt on my list, given the circumstances.
Olivia has learned how to blow kisses, even if they are only for her Grandma on Facetime. She will also give you five repeatedly. And pajama days? Dude, I don’t even know why that is on the list when it happens nearly every weekend.
There is also another piece of big news that I’m not quite ready to share yet. But it did interfere with the last few weeks of summer. I’ll update soon…
Should I make an Autumn list? My sister in law did.
Do I even have the time? What are you doing this fall?