This morning, it is 48 degrees outside. This is the Fall I yearn for, the Fall that makes me stay awake even though it’s 6 AM because I can stand outside and just feel the cool air, smell the faint odor of burning wood, and just appreciate life. And then the baby cried and we had breakfast.

I think this weekend we might do the pumpkin patch thing. Although, I may not carve this year but I’m thinking about being extra creative with my pumpkin. We’ll see; I’m not really that interested in spending a heap of money on a couple large gourds, even though I so desperately love them.  I really just want to dress little Elly up and take pictures of him next to the pumpkins. 🙂

I sometimes wish we had a pumpkin patch/farm nearby so that we could pick our own stuff. The closest one is in Cottondale, which I passed through numerous times on trips to Dothan to see the grandparents. I think it’s a little over an hour away and I’m willing to make that trip, but I somehow don’t think Ash will go for it. But you never know; he’s off today, as he was yesterday, so we’re quite enjoying our four day weekend.

Anyway, I think I’ll get another hour or so of sleep. I might as well take it while I can.