During my years in Utah, I missed one thing in particular: autumn. It is hands down my favorite time of the year. Going back to school, wool sweaters, rich colors, and cool, crisp air. The desert just doesn't accommodate such needs well.
But guess what? I'm not in the desert anymore!
My newfound region of the world has been experiencing uncharacteristically mild temperatures over the summer. This has resulted in lower levels of humidity (wahooo!!!) and cool evenings. The past week in particular has been intoxicating. There have been days of damp, drizzling rain where all you can do is hunker down with a cup of tea, a good book, and a thick cozy sweater.
Today the sky is crystal blue, not a customary sight in the midwest with the haze of humidity always looming, and completely devoid of clouds. The sun is warm, but the most delicious breeze brings hints of the change of season that must surely be coming soon. I sit on a patio and soak in the last of the summer greenery. Some trees are already beginning to show the slightest traces of rust and gold. Such sights make me giddy for the rest of the fall season.