Fall was my favorite season when I could drive down the paved road, up my blacktopped driveway, pull into my garage, and take my shoes off before even entering the house. It was my favorite season when we lived in a neighborhood with very few trees. It was my favorite season when someone got paid to rake my leaves...
Now we live in the country. It is great. Really. Really, really great. We now have five (heavily wooded) acres. We live off a gravel road off a gravel road down a gravel driveway.
What does that mean? Dust. Dirt. Leaves. Mud. Ew.
Ok, it really isn't that bad. It really isn't. It isn't.
I still like fall. Like. Maybe if there were a coffee place nearby that served some hot apple cider I could be persuaded to love it again.
But Mums! That's right. Fall rocks. Oh, and fall food. I am going to be a cooking madwoman this fall. I can't wait to share some recipes on here.
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