|A Fall treat, in that it will cause you to "fall" into a diabetic coma.|
|And what the hell is this? A "mum-kin"?! Why did I buy this??|
(Please at least try to ignore the massive jug of wine in the background)
Lately, I've been thinking about what it will be like to live in a city that doesn't have such an obvious change of seasons. My work requires that I move around a bit every few years and, while I haven't had the pleasure yet, it's only a matter of time before I have to move on to (given my latitude, probably literally) greener pastures. And I don't know, man. People like to crap on this city (after living downtown for a few years I now know that can also be taken literally) but I think it's tops.
|Beautiful enough to give you chest flushes|
and butt tingles, am I right?
.. must.. post... homemade.. scarecrow.. teapot.. DIY...
Phew! Okay, better.
So for now I'm trying to enjoy every moment of "fall-ness", every blessed apple-cider soaked ounce of it all. Especially because it comes on the heels of a new place to decorate and a new roomie to share walks and pumpkin carving and beef stews with. And we will cherish these moments because I suspect the real reason anyone could ever dislike Autumn is because it runs into the hellmouth that is Winter. And then? Ain't no amount of Arctic prints or fair trade hot cocoa that's gonna save you. You will sneeze and shiver and regret your way right into April, child.