I was doing the dishes tonight when it struck me. It’s really, actually, officially fall. There have been signs for some time now, but for some reason, it just hit me. I love the fall, it’s my favorite time of year, but there is always a little reluctance to admit that it’s here because it goes so fast.
The Commonground Fair happened a couple of weeks ago, which is a telltale sign. I worked it again with Lacey, had my fall Commonground time with the usual suspects and a few pleasant surprises! The weather was all over the place as usual, one chilly, wet day and one beautiful mid summer hot day. I was both bundled and barefoot in the same weekend, and while I don’t love extreme heat, I DO love being barefoot!
The weather has been up and down for a while now. This past weekend was over 80 degrees, but last week we had our first frost! I have slept with an extra blanket for most of the past two weeks. (Except this past weekend!) I have woken up a
couple of times now to the smell of our heat which means it’s cold enough to pop on on it’s own. (Which I always slightly love and resent at the same time.) I’ve had the cleaning/organizing/purging bug, which is a sure sign. I have also been drinking tea in the mornings, and just two days ago when I woke up and looked out the window the trees had turned gold, orange and red colors overnight. Seriously, when did that happen?!While this has clearly been creeping up on me, it was just tonight while I was doing the dishes that I made the obvious realization. I was scrubbing yet another oatmeal encrusted pot trying to remember how may times I had eaten oatmeal this week, and wondering if I actually liked it enough to be doing such hard work over and over again… when I realized. This is one of my signs. It is officially fall when I start eating oatmeal for breakfast.
Any other time of year if you asked me if I like oatmeal, I would have to give it some thought. Yeah, I guess. It’s not my favorite, but yeah I like it. But inevitably, in the fall when it starts to get chilly, what I want for breakfast is oatmeal. My mum used to make it with raisins when I was a kid. I was not a fan. Something about warm raisins, that then plump up a little in the heat and moisture freaked me out. But today, when I was relishing the maple syrup that I had added, I had a brief taste sensation of coming across a raisin in my oatmeal… and I kind of wanted them. In my oatmeal. Huh. Fancy that. The fall really does bring changes! What changes does fall bring for you?
