It is now fully Fall.
I know in some parts of the world, it is already snowing. In some parts of the world it is almost summer, for that matter. But here, Fall has finally fallen.
The leaves are vibrant red, yellow, orange. They are at the peak of their crunchiness.
I can see my breath. I need a coat every morning, and even some afternoons.
Hot tea, not iced.
It is dark at dinner time.
Bed time stories are about turkeys and leaves.
There are flannel sheets on the bed at night.
Jonah's Thanksgiving pageant is today. He has been practicing his "turkey dance" and the cutest lyrics I have ever heard to Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.
I can smell turkey in the oven. And how warm it gets in the house on Thanksgiving with all of the family gathered there. I hear football in the other room. And the children running around. I'm full, and sleepy, and warm. And, by afternoon there is a November sun lighting up the red and yellow and orange leaves and shining through my window. Perfection.