THIS is the most wonderful time of the year!

I love fall...it is by far my favorite season. But then again, I think I say the same thing about spring when it finally rolls around after winter. So, we'll call it a toss up...I love fall AND spring but since it happens to be fall now, well, it's definitely my favorite season. All except for the itchy ears I'm battling right now. I guess it's the warm days followed by the cold nites, but my sinuses are on overdrive right now and there is NOTHING more frustrating than my inner ears itching like crazy and knowing, there's not one thing I can do. I'd love to stuff a pipe cleaner down in there...that would feel sooooo good right now. I can't take a drink, cough, talk, or even breathe in a manner that prevents rattling my ears and bringin on the itch. Ugh!

I drug out all my fall decorations last nite...I love harvest colors...they just make me happy. Why is it I can be happy simply because I'm surrounded by various hues of yellow, orange, red, and brown and the air smells like Friday Night Football?? Pumpkins, hay bales, crunchy leaves, hoodies, and baking...it all makes me miss my Gramma too. Has to stem from my years with her, my obsession with Fall. She never failed to dress up the front porch with cute lil scarecrows and huge pots of mums. What I wouldn't give to be 12 again some days! Well, except for I just remembered how she'd make me get out there and rake up all those crunchy leaves!! I was such a pain in her butt, of this I'm sure. Stompin around, draggin my feet, full of attitude, stopping just short of refusing to rake that yard. I knew better than to refuse...my Gramma is a force to be reckoned with when she wants to be. There's a certain look she gets and you just know, "Don't mess with her, it will end badly for you". I miss her.

This is also the time of year my husband goes M.I.A. It used to really bother me when I was younger...that he'd rather be in the woods trailing deer than spend his time in MY company. Not so much anymore....I've learned to utilize the time wisely and even pleasurably. Trips to the mall without him complaining at every storefront without "sporting" in the name, craft fairs without him watching the checkbook like a hawk, Saturday mornings on my front porch with a book, in peace. He is not a reader and doesn't understand my absolute need for it. Well, anymore than I understand his need for the woods. So, we're even. We'll exist for the next two months married in name only....and we'll be just fine with it, now that we're adults and all. :)