The other day I was thinking about how I always said I hated autumn as a kid. I can't remember when/why I decided it was so awful, but ever since then I've had this thing against fall. And it's weird, because I love the changing trees, the rainy soup days, festivals, bon fires, apples and pumpkins - even campaigning is enjoyable. So I've come to the conclusion that it's not that I
hate fall. I was just way too over-dramatic as a kid, and didn't think to just say, it's my fourth favorite season. Because it really is.
I got to go home this weekend and cram in as much fall-ish fun as I could. I went out to a country picnic and fiddled with my Bluegrass buddies, helped dad build a house at Habitat for Humanity, picked apples and baked a pie, made soup and cornbread, painted pumpkins with my sisters... And the drive between school/home was just gorgeous - probably one more week would be the peak of the most beautiful, warm colors you'll ever see in Kentucky. Happy fall everyone!
