Count me as one of the souls who smiled at the realization that September has arrived. I know there are many fun activities winding down for most people, but some of my absolute favorite things are on deck and I couldn’t be more pleased.
For a girl who has lived her whole life surrounded by lakes and beaches and warm summer days, you might be surprised to learn that I really don’t care for summer. Spring and Fall have always been my favorite seasons, with Winter close behind, and Summer jogging to catch up. The weather tends to get too warm for me and my enjoyment of outdoor activities diminishes the higher the heat index climbs.
Don’t worry, you won’t find me flavoring everything with pumpkin. I don’t even like coffee so that latte that everyone raves about this time of year isn’t even in my vocabulary. 😉 If anything, I’d much rather we “apple” everything instead of “pumpkin” it all. That is one love of mine that I can tie directly to my growing up within close distance to apple orchards. From the time I was young, there were family trips to orchards, school trips to orchards, and plenty of stops for donuts in between.
Homemade applesauce was a staple in my grandma’s kitchen and her son (my dad) took his love of apples and baking and turned it into a delicious cinnamon apple cake, complete with homemade whipped cream.
Besides the food (but really, isn’t it always the food?), fall seems to bring with it a change of pace, a slowing from the frantic ‘gotta-do-it-all’ mentality of summer into a lazy day with some cider and a good book kind of world. My world. After the madness of August, I feel like I can finally catch my breath. I have missed you. I have missed my books, my friends, and my peace. This month I am making it my mission to bring myself back. I will read the good books. I will eat an obscene amount of apples and apple based desserts. I will fly to Colorado and reconnect with my sister. All of this, I will share with you, my few but favorite readers. You who have seen me at my best, and held me up at my weakest. You are why I’m here, and I love you dearly.
Happy September, friends.