I hate that tomorrow is September 1.
I LOATHE this time of year.
To me fall is just rushing us in to winter.
It's just a corridor leading me to freezing temperatures and leaf-less trees.
But I'm finding myself enjoying the cooler temperatures.
I daydream about the fall decorations that I'm going to put on my front porch.
And I'm thinking about soup recipes. A LOT. (clam chowder, enchilada - that I'm going to make up myself, and chicken chili just to name a few)
So this year I'm going to turn over a new leaf
that's crumpling and turning brown
that's going to be raked in to a pile and will either be thrown in the trash or... burned.