if you wanna get with me
better listen carefully..
if you wanna be a blogger
you've gotta understand
months between your blog posts
you wont have any friends"
Somehow in the past few months I have had a birthday, I managed to skip over 60 years of my life and turned a ripe old age of 80. I know this because knitting has been my past time for a few weeks. I forgot about technology, iphone 4s, Siri, computers, basically life! Then I noticed something horrific Starbucks has their christmas cups out! American Thanksgiving isn't even over, we missed our Canadian Thanksgiving. Our spots were taken over by this guy called Jared, and my sisters friend. We ate Annie's mac and cheese or popcorn for the Canadian Thanksgiving. This all led me to the conclusion that fall, beautiful fall is almost over.
I have somehow managed to miss capturing the deciduous trees aflame in orange, red, and yellow. The crunch of leaves underfoot as Joel and I stroll arm and arm chatting about the present and future. Spiced cider with cinnamon sticks and cloves swirling in large steaming cups. Making apple pie like my beautiful nanny Shirley used to make before she met Jesus. The Log House with a roaring fire in its slate fire place. Frost leaving its gentle kiss on the grass. Bursting in to my parents kitchen knowing the kettle was hot and ready to make tea.
Fall is my most favorite season as you can tell. It is the one season I look forward to all summer, and miss as soon as Grey paints over everything with his dark pallet. But there is a tall twigy tree out side my kitchen window clinging to its green leaves, unrelenting to fall's charm. She will have to be my fall!
This is what you miss when you act older than you are! Although November has arrived I did spent october quite productively. I wasn't knitting silly things, but Christmas presents for my wonderful family, I would put some pictures up, but considering my dear family may be the only ones that read this they would know what they are getting in detail!
PS: I may have been over dramatic about my loss of fall, this is a cup of spiced cider, no cinnamon stick, but it was absolutely darling!
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