Certain people in my extended family won't even utter the word "Fall" -- it is, their eyes, the "F-word". Not me. I love Fall - and embrace it with big arms. Sure, I love summer, too. But, Fall is the best. In the words of my husband (who also loves Fall), "We can't do anything until December - we're booked - it's Fall, after all. May the super harvest moon shine upon you tonight -- and, may you, too, find greatness in this coming season. Apple cider. Crisp nights. Colorful leaves. Sweaters. Harvests. Soup season. Fall festivals. And, on and on. Welcome Fall.
I'm a Maine-r. Or, at least I like to think I am. True locals will argue differently simply because I wasn't born in Maine -- I'm "from away" they say. Whatever. It is crystal clear to me that I was born to live in Maine. Here's the catch. I fell in love with someone who really is "from away". So, I spend big chunks of time in a place very far from where I call home. But, I'm trying to bloom where planted, as they say. I'm trying to foster a simple (or at least a little simpler than some), reasonably wholesome and creative life for my family whether we're here or there. And, well, since you stopped here at my blog, you get to explore this craziness with me.