Of all the good things.
On our way home from Charlotte last week we stopped by the farm we'd both grown up picking strawberries and jumping hay-bails at, to bring home some Fall to our front door.
Of all the good things Fall brings, I'm glad there are pumpkins to decorate porches with and mums for moms to go crazy over. I'm glad there are scarves and boots and an entire weather category deemed sweater weather we can rave about. I'm glad there are hayrides and farms to pick out the prettiest pumpkin in the patch. I'm glad it's the runway to Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years and I'm glad it brings Football and Homecoming back.
I'm glad there is pumpkin spice everything even if my taste-buds don't ever join the bandwagon. And I'm glad you can dance in falling leaves and smell bonfires on Friday nights. I'm glad there is Emergen-C for the colds that takeover and haunted houses to diligently avoid. I'm glad for that cute face to help me carry all the groceries up the stairs, to unload the pie crusts and pumpkin purees and 15lb turkeys that will feed us for weeks.
And of all the good things Fall brings, I'm glad it gently chides us to see that change is a good thing. A beautiful, colorful, chilly in the morning and hot in the afternoon kind of good thing.