The signs are everywhere:
Cocoa steaming in mugs gripped by tiny and large fingers alike.
Flannels stretched across mattresses in the hope that toes will meet warmth when first crawling into the bed at night.
Soups started in the morning, steaming and ready to warm bellies at dinner time.
Leaves dropping faster than they can be raked, crunching under the feet of the children as they make their way to the bus in the dark morning.
Extra blankets pulled to chin level, a cardigan layered over last month’s warm-enough shirt, and fuzzy socks. Yes! Fuzzy Socks!
Oh Fall, I love you so much. You will forever be my dear friend nestled between too hot Summer and too cold Winter.
Thank you for finally coming.