Don’t get me wrong: I do like Halloween.
I like the costumes and the candy and the parties and the candy and the fun decorations and the candy…
But it doesn’t scream FALL to me.
When I think of Fall, I think of crisp days and cozy nights, pumpkin pie and afternoon naps. I think of FAMILY and all the crazy, obnoxious, endearing ways that they have burrowed into my heart, not just because I’m stuck with them forever but because I truly LIKE my family.
I think of great big pots of steaming soup, and walking around downtown with my hands permanently clasped around a cup of hot chocolate or apple cider.
November is for upholding traditions, and making new ones. It’s for putting up the Christmas decorations early because my sister wants them for her birthday at the end of the month. It’s for celebrating the day that I finally got my head on straight and said yes when Mr. Darcy asked me to be his girlfriend for the upteenth time. It’s for eating WAY too much mashed potatoes, but it’s ok because Mom made a huge pot of them and they’ll go to waste if you don’t eat your weight in potatoes.
So Halloween is fun. Halloween is fine. But give me my TRUE Fall- November.