Fall on the Brain

Ever since we’ve been back from the beach, both PJ and I can’t shake how undeniably ready for fall we are.

The temps here in Tennessee are in the 90’s daily, but that hasn’t stopped us from lighting a fall candle and turning the air down just a little bit lower to create the allusion of colder weather. I am so ready to switch out my wardrobe for pants instead of shorts, sweaters instead of shirts, and leather boots instead of Birkenstocks.

I made a chicken tortilla soup for dinner last week and it was so warm and comforting and for a short minute it was 55 degrees outside, cool enough to keep the windows and doors open with some smooth jazz going on the radio. I dream about fall year round, and it’s only gotten worse the last couple of weeks.

This weekend when we were hanging out with our friends, we talked about all the fall activities we can’t wait to do: Go to an apple orchard, carve pumpkins on the pavilion at the farm, bake, take walks downtown and hear the crunch of the leaves beneath our feet. Pure bliss.