Autumn is almost here. Gone are the days of slapping on sunscreen at the pool, and I'm totally okay with that. I'm barreling head first into Fall, bidding farewell to flip-flops and picnics and backyard barbecues, and saying hello to cozy sweaters, football games, and pumpkin spice candles.
I love this time of year.
We ventured out, on the first crisp, cool night of September, to the quaint corner bookstore to browse the shelves, and left with warm vanilla lattes and white chocolate mochas in hand. Sweet Hudson had easily fallen asleep in his stroller to the sounds of whispering bookworms, faint sounds of Van Morrison on the overhead stereo, and the comforting hum of the Espresso machine.
Afterwards, we walked down by Cold Water Falls to enjoy the moonlight and the first taste of glorious Autumn.