As I write it is 90 degrees outside which makes me never want to leave my house, a frigid 70 degrees, ever again. I am writing this newsletter after my second cup of coffee, wearing my favorite sweater cardigan, daydreaming of fall. Since I believe we ALL should be shaking in anticipation for the day Pumpkin Spice makes its glorious return from the Starbucks-netherworld, I’ve written up a short list of some of the reasons why you should get excited for fall: Charlie Brown. What? Who? That’s right: Block Head. Hear me out. Charlie Brown is right up there with the Grinch and Rudolph when it comes to holiday canon. We kind of lose touch with the Peanuts gang over the summer, but once fall arrives, the Shultz hits the fan (I HATE myself for that- sorry). Nothing screams “FALL” more than Linus and his pilgrimage to enlightenment in “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!” Pumpkin Spice. Because we are all victims of consumerism and the government has secretly been influencing our cravings to make pumpkin spice the only substance to satiate our sugar-pumped taste buds (re: I've been watching the X-Files everyday for two months- conspiracy theories abound. HELP). Sweater weather. Weather where we can breathe, where we can bundle, and where us vampires can exist peacefully in the overcast outdoors. This July was the hottest July in history, and I’d be happy if I didn’t feel hot for a long, long time. Crispy things. You know what I mean. Crisp air, crisp apple cider, crisp candles of the pumpkin variety. Every year I visit one of the local orchard in my area. I always buy a gallon of Apple Cider and some small pumpkins, gourds, etc. I then light candles in my room, sit on the floor surrounded by my fall pickings, and pray to the fall gods. Okay, I've only done that once, but they do have some incredible cider. A couple years ago I posted this picture to Instagram:
"The falling of leaves does not remind us of death, but that with the passing of time life must come once more."
As you know, deciding on a caption can be an incredibly stressful experience. This particular post made me think hard about the meaning of fall, and challenging the connotations commonly associated with it by the less-enthusiastic among us. I do not see fall as a season of death, but as the fulfillment of the natural process of death and life. In order for winter to come, fall must wash summer away. fall and winter are simply our great earth's way of wiping the slate clean for the coming seasons. It's a reset button. No matter what your Views™ on fall are, whether you're a witch anxious for the arrival of all-hallows-eve or you're a sun-kissed beach babe about to enter into hibernation, fall is coming and this scarf lover is ready to layer. Yours,
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