don’t blink

So despite my surprised reaction to the end of summer, I am totally ready for fall. I am sick of the hot and the summer clothing. The skirts, the shorts and the tanks that don’t even try to hide my bra straps. I long for warmly knit sweaters, and jeans and corduroys and shoes that cover your toes. Finley is ready too, and has been for some time, he keeps asking to wear his flannel lined pants, and turtleneck sweaters.

I get it man, I really do.

So this is what I want to do this fall: Go apple picking, make lots of apple pies, attempt to make delicious cinnamon rolls (that I will only have to share with Fin as Tobias does not like cinnamon rolls), read more about homeschooling and actually get up the guts to go to one of the meetings in Manhattan or Brooklyn, maybe finish the quilt I started last year, sew more shirts and dresses, drive upstate to see the changing leaves, make some mozzarella cheese, finish Tobias’s anniversary sweater.