It is finally cold enough for a mug of hot chocolate in the mornings.
Today it was 42 degrees on the way to work, and although it felt wonderful to me and not at all too cold, I still had the want for hot chocolate.
With marshmallows of course.
I love fall because of the crisp air and the chill. It's not too cold yet. I can still wear a short sleeved shirt under my sweater and that's good enough. Or a scarf.
My nose and ears aren't screaming with the biting cold, and the leaves are still so pretty. And still on the trees! I don't feel sorry for our outside cats (yet), but soon I will have to put blankets and boxes on the porch for them to cuddle in so I don't worry about them freezing at night. And even though Kevin tells me they're built to withstand the cold, I still fret about finding furry ice cubes in the winter mornings.
Fall is most definitely my favorite.