Nights on the farm like this one.
Going to sleep with campfire smoke on our clothes and in our hair.
Hay in our hair.
Happiness like the gleam of a child’s eye.
Salted Caramel Mochas and Apple cider.
Hay rides in the setting sun.
School outside while leaves fall on me.
Wrapping up in blankets in cold evenings while reading thick new books.
Kid’s finding grasshoppers in the golden rays of autumn.
Fall gets me. It gets me in the extremely cliche way, but I’m totally okay with that because I am loving every minute. October is grand.