It’s truly fall.
In which we curl up under our thick comforter at night.
And zip up jackets every time we go outside.
We’re happy to have a reason to crank the oven up to 400 degrees because the boiler as gotten a jump on one of its handful of yearly fails.
We look for reasons to go out and bask in the glory of such a beautiful blue sky, but are also happy to go in where it isn’t quite so crisp.
And we gather bouquets of fallen leaves to greet Dad with when he comes home from work.