Fall. . . . in love

So I'm obsessed with it being fall. . . I don't know what it is. I've hung Indian corn, I'm lighting pumpkin pie candles, I want to swear scarves. . . etc etc.

I think now that I'm a mom. . . everything seems cooler. Christmas seems whimsical again. . . fall is wholesome and crisp and exciting again. We're going to pumpkin farms, apple tastings, farmers markets etc.

I don't bake pies, but I'm even considering making an apple or pumpkin or sweet potato pie. . . or maybe all three!! or pecan pie!

Dishes featuring root vegetables are looking really appealing. . .

Pretty soon I'll be making baby scarecrows out of outgrown baby clothes and weaving wreathes out of things. . .

If you see me making any sort of clothing out of corn husks. . . please stop me.

Viva la Autumn!