We're slowly falling into the rhythms of fall: schedules are picking up, routines are becoming more routine, and slowly, slowly, the days are cooling down.
I have a well-known love (obsession) for autumn, and I purposefully look for ways to squeeze every bit of life out of the season. This fall, I'm reading Dickens' Bleak House, a perfect autumnal story. For years Wuthering Heights was my go-to fall read, but I'm branching out this year. (Speaking of books, I just finished The Chosen, and it was fascinating. I want to read its sequel, The Promise, this fall, too.) And then, of course, there's All Creatures Great and Small, because what could be more perfect for autumn than the musings of a country vet in rain-soaked England?
Soccer starts up this week, and Caiden is ready. He has grown an amazing amount since last fall, and his cleats look bite-sized next to his feet. He's growing so fast it makes my heart hurt, and I'm reminded how quickly time passes. Maybe that's why I love autumn so much; it is a fleeting season.
We're baking more, cinnamon breads and buttermilk chocolate muffins, and loaves of crusty French bread. Soups are finding their way to the table, music is quiet in the house, and I'm hunting for a new pair of dress boots for church.
Fall is almost here.