I have a confession. I'm all about the fall weather.
I know. I'm from the land of snow and ice, blizzards and snow drifts, driving bans and snow mobiles. I should be pleased to be somewhere that summer lasts longer.
Well, I'm not. Don't get me wrong, for the most part, I appreciate that the winters are milder (read: slushier, and with roads that are never plowed because for some reason, people here think they are part of the South and are surprised every year when it snows).
But lately, I'm enjoying the cool weather. The crispy leaves, the slight breeze, the pumpkins all around, the pies, the apples, the peaches, the colors.
The closer fall comes, the happier I get.
Also, the dog is lying at my feet, snoring. Loudly.