I'm one of those people who gets a little grouchy after labor day. It's an unfortunate side effect of my denial that summer is officially over.
Mike, on the other hand, pronounces each year around the same time I start wining about the cool weather that it's his favorite season. He always lists off every.single.reason he loves fall. Reasons like "you can wear a long sleeved t-shirt outside and be comfortable," "it's not too cold and not too hot" and "my birthday's in September!" are always on his list.
I prefer tank tops to long sleeves, am always freezing cold--even during summer months, and have a spring birthday.
I like autumn, just not as much as I like the other seasons.
Crisp autumn air is a little warmer when I enter our home from a day away and the smell of pumpkin-scented candles greets me.
And adding an orange pillow to the sofa prepares me for this season of changing colors.
Home is meant to be a haven. I'm so thankful ours is exactly that.