Fall officially started a few weeks ago and I meant to get this post out last week but I’ve been busy. I’ll have a big life update post on October 12. (I hope the anticipation is killing you. But not actually killing you. Because that would be bad.)
ALRIGHT. Here are some of my favorite fall things!
I live in New England, where it’s not unlikely to get all four seasons in one week. I have bad allergies in the spring when all of the pollen comes out, the summers are often grossly humid and rainy, so I welcome the fall weather. I did have an issue with my allergies one day last week when it rained all day, but so far, I’ve been fine.
I love the sunny but partly cloudy 65 to 70 degree days where I can wear jeans and a sweatshirt. It’s awesome running weather, too.
I love baseball. Don’t get me wrong. I live and die for the sport. But I also love my football.
Because I like to make myself miserable, I’m a New York Giants fan, and for some odd reason, I’m an Alabama Crimson Tide fan for college. I love being able to watch football all weekend long—college on Saturdays and the pros on Sunday.
Granted, I drink hot tea year round in the morning with my breakfast—just regular black tea with two packets of sugar and some milk—but now that it’s cooler, I bring hot tea with me to work. My uncle got me a set of two 20oz travel mugs from Starbucks that are awesome for tea. During the summer, I make iced tea—I make it the day before and let it steep in the fridge—and now I’ve been making hot tea. I got some fall flavors of Bigelow tea at Walmart: pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and vanilla chai.
There’s one perk of living in New England in the fall: foliage. Seeing the leaves change colors truly marks the fall season. Last fall, I dragged my parents with me to go take pictures of the leaves. The leaves turned later last year, so there’s still some green in the picture below, but you can start to see the peaks of reds, oranges, and yellows. We went to a small state park in the town over from me that has some hiking trails.
This is the super cliche fall thing to do. Again, I always go with my parents—only child who still lives at home probs. We go to a little farm in town, the same place where we went blueberry picking over the summer. My parents do most of the picking, and I always just end up wandering up and down the rows. My mom made an apple pie for her and my dad and an apple crisp for me, since I don’t like pie crust—it’s a texture thing.
And of course I grabbed an apple to eat off a tree before we left.
What are some of your favorite fall things?