It’s late Tuesday afternoon,
But it feels like Saturday from my back porch.
“Oh Fall, you are my favorite!”
Fall foods are comfort to this pajama and sweatshirt girl. Everything about it whispers, “Come in and get comfy, ya’ll.”
The weather today has been spectacular. Really.
In the South, we call this Autumnal Bliss! Pure and simple.
I get the biggest kick out of afternoons like this and the fact that I can enjoy them.
You see, the luxury of this moment…this afternoon… is not lost on me. I don’t want to miss a single opportunity to soak up fall days.
Afternoons like these make me want to cook pots of soup and bake bread. I feel somewhere between domestic goddess and Betty Crocker. It’s crazy how a slight change in weather can render me Little-Miss-Better-Homes-and-Gardens. Thankfully the feeling doesn’t last long…
Tonight we are enjoying leftovers because it’s too early to leave the porch and cook. I want to hang out here until darkness and mosquitos drive me inside.
Fabulous at 50 means I grab afternoons like this. It means I take the time to sit on my back porch, feel the breeze on my face and watch Hershey, our chocolate lab, chase leaves.
So today, October 4th, I am writing from the back porch…because I can.
Do the fabulous thing…
Take the time…make the time.
I hope you live in a place where fall is bodacious and wild with color.
May you dance in a leaf shower and enjoy a gentle breeze tangled in chimes…
And I hope you even feel inclined to cook or bake. Bless your heart!
Happy fall ya’ll.