I’m enjoying autumn so much this year – I don’t know if it’s because of all the stored up sunshine I have from this summer or if it’s just because I’m suddenly in a much better place (and have a much better mindset) than I’ve been in years, but I just feel happy. And that’s pretty much awesome.
Being in the U.S. makes it hard *not* to appreciate the changing of the seasons though…ok, so it’s slightly annoying that the stores put out their Christmas displays in September, but I love all the seasonal foodstuffs (of course I do) like cider and pumpkin spice anything and the general excitement about fall. Corn mazes, pumpkin patches, insane Halloween decorations, I love it. Wellie gives the season four paws up too.
I finally started working out again, so that might be part of the reason why I feel so disgustingly content these days too. Ok, so I’ve been hiking throughout the summer, but going for a walk once a week really isn’t enough to shift lard from this bucket or maintain a somewhat consistent influx of endorphins. It feels great even though any positive effects I may have garnered so far must have been negated by my alcohol intake over the last week (as it turns out, happy autumn time = beer) – after a particularly festive the night before, I felt like I was sweating pure hops yesterday at the gym. Ugh.
Anyway, I don’t really know what the point of this post was except to say that I like autumn and that I have a very cute dog who seems to agree.