This felt like something good to reblog here because I really love Fall.

It’s always been my favorite season. I think I like being in San Francisco so much because most of the year feels like Fall. Sure, we don’t get the fall colors, but you get to wear boots, and light layers, make tea and cocoa, snuggle on a couch, snuggle in a blanket, and not stick to leather chairs. Our kitties like to snuggle at night because they’re a little chilly, instead of sprawling out in another room because the floor is cooler.

And when it’s not fall weather, its spring weather, which isn’t so bad. Maybe a shower and a little heat. Just enough to have dinner outside without a jacket and be refreshed by a 3$ Anchor Steam (when it’s not even happy hour!).

If I’m dying for some heat, I can go to Napa or the Russian River area. Drink wine. Go tubing. Drink wine while tubing.

If I’m dying for some snow, I can go to Tahoe. White fluffy powder (that no one has peed on) and keep trying to snowboard *cough*eatingchickenfingersatthelodge*cough*

But right now, it’s just another beautiful Autumn day in August