Fall

Crunch, crunch, crunch. I've started to notice I step out of my car in the work lot onto a bed of dried leaves. So I have to take back my original assertion that Alabama doesn't have a fall. Because the weather is still warmer than warm, I haven't noticed that a few trees are browning. There's a tree at work, with shrub-like properties, that had green berries all summer. I just realized they are turning orange now. Which makes me remember how last Christmas, they were bright red, and looked perfect to turn into a holly wreath.

I love the fall so much. The evenings now dip into the 60s, and when I drive home from work, the car is still heated from a day in the sun, but my arm out the window feels cool; the wind against it has a decided chill.

I'm ready to break out my jean jacket. Shawls. Fuzzy slippers. Cuddles under blankets. Hot apple cider. Soup. Roasted chicken. Pumpkins.

I miss Kansas every fall.