I love Fall, I really do. The crisp, cool air is such a welcome change from the hot, heavy air summer. The drop in temperature energizes me and I almost look forward to being outside. Spending the morning at the soccer field makes for a great time, even if Boo’s team did suffer one of the most spectacular losses ever. Well, maybe not ever, ever, but certainly in his short almost 9 years. He bore it well, though.
So it’s been a bit hard on me to be watching the leaves change while the temperature hovers around 80 degrees. What’s up with that? I’ll tell you. It’s me, again. Last week, right after the temps dropped into the 60’s, I made a pumpkin spice cake. It was everything Fall: spicy and sweet and topped with powdered sugar. You wanted to get out a blanket and turn on the heater just smelling it. Well, me baking that cake promptly sent the temperatures soaring. Sorry.
I don’t know what it is about Fall, really. I grew up in Santa Barbara, where the seasons are Warm and Not As Warm As Before. The trees are always green and it never rains in the summer. Somehow, though, I remember shuffling through the leaves in October and November. It makes me smile to think about it.
Some things just go with Fall. Pumpkins, mums and leaves, of course. I’ve got plenty of those. Pumpkin bread, soups and apple cider are must-haves, too. But if the temperature is too hot, well, they just sort of loose their appeal. Maybe if I crank up the air conditioner a little more…
In an effort to enjoy the slightly lower temperature today -it’s only going to be 73!- I’m making soup and cornbread for dinner. In theory, since we’ll be coming home from church as the sun is setting, it should be cooler and coming in to a soup dinner should be comforting. Especially when the soup is served in my new pumpkin tureen. In theory.
If the temperatures goes back up to the 80s, you can thank me and my soup.