(source: the green straw)
now before you write me off completely for this surge of seasonal cynicism, you should know this: i, too, love fall. love it. adore it. cherish it, relish it, and count down to October 1st (my definition of the first day of fall.) okay, now that you don't want to call me a cynic, i suppose you could tell me i'm being a slight bit hypocritical. why rant about those who love fall when you just admitted to worshipping the season yourself? truth be told, the cries of fall fondness are like the tacky Christmas sweater phenomenon in December, or the white-button-up-khaki-shorts-family-portrait-on-the-beach tradition in June. i have done both, and frankly don't have an issue with either (except for khaki shorts on the beach...i cannot bring myself to ever put on a pair of those again.) it just seems that exlaiming how much we love fall has become cliche, almost over done. but you know something? i like it.
fall is fantastic! go ahead, lump me in with the girls pinterest-ing their fingers to the bone with pictures of chunky sweaters and boots and crafty pumpkins. because i'm one of them, too! fall is like a rebirth. like one of my favorite authors once said,
(source: vizual bandit image above and images below)
...and i couldn't agree more.
lastly, i feel i need to leave you with a pretty accurate depiction of how fall makes me feel:
(source: twisted sifter)
how cute is this little guy?!?
i am with you, happy hamster!
happy fall!