The most wonderful time of the year.

No, this isn’t a post about getting excited too early for Christmas. Although I am.  Fall is my FAVORITE time of the year.  Next to summer and spring.  All 3 are tied.  Winter is dead last, except for Christmas.  I love everything that comes with fall- the colors, the clothes, the nail polish (helllllo dark and neutral, goodbye bright and neon!), the excitement of harvest, hot coffee, cool outdoor runs, appreciating every nice day because it could be our last one… The thing I do not love about fall is knowing what’s next. And the threat of frost.

Our garden was so rewarding this year.  Some things totally failed, but for the most part we got TONS of great stuff from it.  20140801_093619

This picture was taken early summer- by the end those zinnas were HUGE and lined the entire garden.  Now, however, the garden is much sadder. All that is left behind is the brussel sprouts, broccoli, and some garlic sprouts that came out of nowhere (I planted them in the spring, half grew and half didn’t. Now the other half is sprouting. Totally baffled). The only zinnias left are the ones around the sprouts, just to provide a little protection from cold winds.  And those are dead.

But, then there’s this stuff that makes my heart warm again:

 

 

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