On Wednesday we had a high of 96 degrees and today I woke up and the outdoor thermometer read 58. The projected high here today in DC is a balmy 77 degrees. And with that, we have fall. That's just always how it is here. It goes from blazing hot to nearly chilly overnight.
I love this time of year. I know it is fall and the trees are shedding leaves and the flower all all dead, but fall has just always felt like new beginnings to me. I don't know if it's the bright autumnal colors, or the refreshingly crisp air, or what. Fall just feels to me like a fresh start.
The next two and a half or three months are among my favorites. The mid-Atlantic has such a lovely fall. This weekend, I'll spend time sorting fall cloths and packing away the summer stuff. I'll leave out a couple of pairs of shorts and the T-Shirts until at least October (we get the occasional fall heat wave; little reminders of summer), but today I'll begin sorting and washing and tallying.
Tomorrow my friend Pam and I will go shopping for socks and undershirts for our boys, and whatever else we need to round out their wardrobes. I already got Oscar a few pairs of sweatpants and some cute shirts from Target, and I have some hand-me-downs for him from my friend Suzanne's son Ben; Miles will be fully in Oscar clothing from last fall and the fall before (though I can't see to find the pajamas or the winter coats.)
In the coming weekends we'll take the boys apple picking; on autumnal hikes and picnics; to the playground on cool, crisp mornings. Then it will be onto Halloween costumes and pumpkin picking. I'll dress the boys in hooded sweatshirts, little jeans, and impossibly cute Chuck Taylors. They will play in the leaves. They will drink apple cider and hot coco. We'll bake spice and molasses cookies and apple pies and gingerbread cupcakes.
I love all of these fall rituals and traditions. I love this time of year. Love it.