Not sure about you, but fall fever has hit me. Hard. This morning Millie and I went on a leaf peeping/collecting adventure at the State Park. It froze here overnight, and I worried that the puppy might get cold on a morning hike. Please. The cold seemed to invigorate her, and she ran and nosed around as if it were the greatest day of her life. (She did not, however, belly flop into the lake as she usually does.)
We pulled up to the park entrance and the Ranger came to the Jeep. I rolled down the window. "Good morning, ma'am," he said politely, his breath hanging in clouds around his hat. He can't be much older than I am.
"Morning," I said. "How much?"
"And the dog," I replied, gesturing toward the back seat. He looked in. Millie wagged her tail and licked the window.
"Two dollars," he grinned. Then he looked at me closely. "Mighty cold morning to be out."
I raised my eyebrow and nodded in agreement. He stood there as if he needed an explanation.
"Guess I just need some air," I said.
He looked at me again, studying me. Then he nodded. "Well, you'll have the park to yourself. No one's here."
And no one was. Millie and I had the entire place to ourselves. It was so serene. So, so beautiful, watching the blazing colors reflect off the water and listening to the wind rattle through the crunchy leaves. Summer has blazed into fall and already fall is pointing to winter. The mistletoe, high in the trees, reminded me that even Christmas is a handful of weeks away.
It was inspiring. I came home and began working on my fall aprons, one of which is pictured above and already listed in the Freeman House Shop on etsy.
I think tonight I'll make a pumpkin something and settle in and work on a quilt. (And maybe read. I'm devouring the classic The Ivy Tree, and so far it's my favorite book of the fall. It's shockingly good.)
Wishing you a warm, pleasant day. -Brin