Pumpkin wishes fall expectations
Pumpkin wishes and fall expectations
It’s September and you know exactly what that means.
Pumpkin palooza.
I want slippers that I can stick in the microwave for 30-seconds that will come out smelling like a blessed combination of cinnamon, cloves, and pumpkin.
Pumpkin patches.
[Seasons are more delightful if you spend at least part of the time with children. This pumpkin adventure is recorded here.]
Give me a shirt with a scratch-and-sniff smell of ‘pumpkin-something-or-other-baking-in-the-oven’ that I can wear all the live long day.
Pumpkin pancakes.
[Here’s the link to the tantalizing recipe.]
I will make treats of pumpkin-ness that smell divine and taste delicious–while I wear my thick cardigan and boots and watch the leaves change color.
Pumpkin donuts.
You’ll find these tasty treats here.
There will be skipping in the cool air, crunching of leaves on sidewalks, and giddiness as I drive through the canyons that are covered in blankets of are-you-kidding color.
I will sip all of the broth out of the soup and then eat the delicious treasures that are left.
I will bite into that tasty, crunchy, juicy apple and reach for another one.
I will climb a tree when no one is looking.
Lagoon–with a sweatshirt? Definitely.
Pumpkins on the front porch? Of course.
P U M P K I N S
[Can’t wait to show you that piece of heaven I call a front porch.]
I will show forth an abundance of love and kindness to all those who have a little bit whined about the weather in the summer and the weather in the fall and the weather in the winter and the weather. Well–the weather.
And there will be story telling.
And Zoya.
And candles that smell like cinnamon, cloves and pumpkins.
I will take pictures once a day of something I love about the season — on Instagram.
Ahhh — I. love. this. time. of. year.
what do you think?