A Plea for Fall

While my besty, M,  is over at Owlet (http://owletblog.blogspot.com) may be cursing the start of the cold season, I am totally longing for it. To be fair, it's like comparing apples to oranges, as she is in Chicago and I am in South Florida. While we have had some record lows over the last couple of years, they last mere days, not months, and our lows are in the 30's, not below zero with bone chilling wind. Florida has always marched to the beat of its own drum from the people that inhabit it to the inconsistency in the weather patterns, but, hey, it is home and always has been.
This year our summer has been unbearabley hot, wet and mosquito stained. I am OVER it. The hubs and I both agree that we sleep better with the windows and doors open and a constant flow of cool fresh air wafting in as opposed to the vicious cycle of air movement and stagnation from the central air units. Cooler weather here in Florida means a vegetable garden full of variety and lots of hot soups both of which make my tummy and heart very happy. I also love the winter wardrobe for Florida which for me comprises of a great pair of jeans, long sleeve tees, light to medium weight sweaters and comfy boots. This cool season, I plan to spend many weekends out at our family property in front of a campfire, listening to music, making smores.
So here I sit upon a humid, foggy, yucky morning longing for that morning I will walk outside, be greeted with a breath of crisp, cool, fresh air and happily free my favorite sweater from hibernation.