I think my ambiguous ethnicity is to blame for me being the only white girl who's not in love with fall. I don't like being cold, and I hate being reminded that winter is going to be here soon. The best part about it is fall fashion, even though tights are annoying and I don't much like wearing pants despite my butt looking great in jeans and leather. I like having more options than throwing on whichever dress I reach for first, and I love motorcycle boots, bomber jackets, and hats. Plus since I wear a lot of men's clothes in the fall it's really the only time gay girls pick up on the fact that I may be down for some poon. I do like getting cozy with a blanket, some tea, and a book. Also it's peak crafty season. And baking. And roasting things. Also every Columbus day weekend I visit my hometown for my friend's family's party where there's a bonfire and her dad reveals that year's homebrews, and I go hiking in the mountains with the foliage and stuff my face with cider donuts from the orchard at the top of my road. Okay fine I like fall.
Who doesn't like the boots? I mean I feel the frustration at skin being covered up for months on end, but really what monster hates on leather boots?
I enjoy the coming of winter. Here in Northern Idaho, there is no 'real' fall or spring. There's merely summer and winter arguing with each other for about a month and a half each and then we have one or the other win out. That said, I always enjoy the cooling temperatures [anything over 58 degrees Fahrenheit is shorts and T-shirt weather] and the coming cold. Also, Alaskan Pumpkin Ale and pumpkin pie, it's a good time.
It is 106 today and my AC is still running constantly and fucking Costco has Christmas stuff out already. Fall means the trees in my front yard are going to start losing their leaves and I will have landscapers knocking on my door twice a day asking if they can rake them up. The best thing about fall is I can walk my dogs on the street during the day without their feet burning.
I love fall. It primarily started in college cause I moved further south to the lower part of the Midwest where nice weather remained till late October, so you could enjoy it. Then fall meant decent temperatures, college football, and being back at college. It was great. Now, I love fall in theory. Love football being back. Saturdays watching college football at bars are some of my best memories from my 20s and still continue. I love Halloween, love light sweater weather. However, Chicago unfortunately doesn't really know what fall is and instead you get pre-winter and that shit blows. But knock on wood, September was fucking gorgeous, lets hope it continues. Either way, I'm planning, finances permitting, to leave at least one weekend a month for somewhere at least a bit warmer starting mid-fall through the winter. We'll see how that goes for my mental health.
I'm learning to love fall. And it's a process. I love the clothes. I am about as basic a white girl as you can get: Leggings Uggs North Face vest Sweaters or tunics of various types Bracelets Beanies Scarves RayBans Yup. I'm all about it. I didn't get to do that much in Texas so doing it here is pretty neat. Fuck pumpkins tho. Yuck. The toasted graham latte is delicious, for those who haven't tried it. Starbucks definitely got it right. And fuck fall because it's the end of baseball.
I love that it is now soup weather and pie baking weather. I make the soup, the wide bakes the pies. It's great for motorcycle riding, plus the Mastiff can run around without passing out from heat exhaustion. You know what I hate? Prepping the fucking snowblower. We are supposed to get hammered with snow worse this year than last, when we had 110 inches of snow. Fuck snow.
If you can hate seriously throw this out, and not begin just slamming it down your throat like it'd give you eternal life, I will never understand you in any significant way. Ah, I'm just kidding. But seriously, pumpkin pie and pumpkin everything, holy shit yes. Hunting season? Holy shit yes. Cold weather? YES.
I have not been able to enjoy the fall weather because it has been raining like a motherfucker for over a week, but yesterday was supposed to be the last of it. Looking forward to it drying up so I can experience the vibrance and rustle of falling leaves.
Fall in SoCal is comprised of two non-consecutive days of balmy temperatures (mid '70s w/ a light breeze), usually after sweltering weeks of 95* plus and just before the Santa Anna winds that bring the arsonists' wonderful gift of fire-storms in the brush covered hills; like the ones I can see from our bedroom window. These two lovely days may occur any time from September through May with little or no prior notice. Pumpkins, if any, shall be plastic and all pumpkin flavored drinks are banned on penalty of death. Fall here is best enjoyed whilst sitting in one's backyard with a favorite alcoholic beverage (mulled cider with copious amounts of brandy is fine, but a decent single malt will do nicely) and contemplating great philosophical quandaries such as should I watch some football or wash the car? Happy Fall! Don't blink.
Fall here in South Texas means the same 90+ degree temperatures that we've been having since April, with the occasional 70 degree "cold front" lasting a day or two. Still, I'll take this over freezing temperatures any day.