Fall has arrived. If only for a week, it is here. I might poop my pants I’m so happy. The air is crispy and cool. Pumpkin cookies and hot coffees are in session. College football has begun. It seriously doesn’t get much better.
I have an obsessive personality. It’s probably my most extreme quirk. Possibly even a character flaw. When The Two Towers first came out on dvd, I watched it every weekend for weeks and weeks. Aragorn was the most beautiful man my innocent 15-year old eyes had ever beheld. Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall! Sigh. Scruff, strength, security. Man.
I also tend listen to the same songs over and over and over and over again. Just ask my mom. She has braved the seven-hour car ride to Nashville with me many a time, each trip with a different album on repeat. Be it Coldplay or Paramore or Brooke Fraser. It will happen every time. There are songs on my iPod with over 600 plays. One of these most played songs is my autumn anthem.
Imagine driving down a winding country road with orange and red and yellow leaves flying up into the air as you whip by. The smell of woodsmoke tickling your nostril hairs. Mmmmm baby! (The yellow/red/orange country road doesn’t really exist in South Louisiana. Just let a girl dream.)
Plus Chris Thile is totally boss at mandolin. For all who are curious, Chris Thile was the front man for the FANTASTIC folk band called Nickel Creek (NOT to be confused with Nickelback). Tragically they broke up, each to do their own work. Chris went on to form a new band called The Punch Brothers. If you love folk/bluegrass, you definitely need to hit them up. Amazing musicians.
Anyway, for however long this fall lasts, may it be fill with laughter and cheer and pumpkins and beer!
Grace and peace,