It is not fall! It is August 8th. The fireweed has not bloomed to the top OR gone to seed - both I've been told are indicators of 6 weeks until winter - and as we know fall comes BEFORE winter. I think I will concede fall when the fireweed is going to seed. Seems fair? Logical, even? Last year I held out through a couple of weeks of snow as the leaves were on top of the snow.
I did note a few yellow leaves on the trees and on the ground as we sat around the fire ring. I thought a graham cracker was floating at one point, only to realize it was falling leaf.
I love the twinkle lights in the nook on fall/darker mornings.
Hot apple cider, sweatshirts, crisp mornings, pumpkin patches, apple harvest, all the reds and yellows, scarecrows, conversations around the fire, hay bales, hay rides, Pyrah's Fall Harvest festival (which I haven't blogged from last year), sense of expectancy in the air (or dread), fall snack mixes, pumpkin hater memes, flannel shirts, wool socks, Alaskan Happy Hats, caramel apples, Thomas' Pumpkin Spice English muffins (which aren't sold up here), fall baking tastes better on a rainy day....as does soup, tea, stew....yep...we do love fall.....
But...it's still not quite fall? Right? Maybe it IS fall around here....if I wait too long, I may miss it altogether...and it IS one of my favorites.