Mother Nature can sometimes be the best decorator

It is officially my favorite season (as of a week ago now?). Growing up in New England and the Northeast Coast gave me a real love for Autumn and everything that came with it. Living in Utah has made me appreciate it even more because it is so short out here and I get little pangs of homesickness every year around this time.

My dream is to end up in a place where fall lasts more than a couple of weeks (not in Northern Utah) in a place with a lot of land in a home with a wrap around porch surrounded by big oak and maple trees. Maybe something like this:

 

(minus that siding and adding the wrap around porch of course.. but hey, I'd probably be happy with this too.)

 Is that too much to ask?

 

Why is Fall my favorite season? Well to name a few things... (other than how GORGEOUS it is outside...)

• crunchy piles of leaves
• apple picking and pumpkin picking. which leads to...
• pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and caramel apples. Heaven bless.  
• boots, hoodies, and jeans.
• the crisp air and how nice it is to cuddle up to someone (who you hopefully really like)
• Knowing that my two favorite holidays are just around the corner!!! I live for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Last Sunday afternoon I went on a drive up Logan Canyon with my two lovely friends Taneesa and Rebecca (R has a cute blog here and she is a super talented musician - I have really talented friends!).

I was in a little bit of a funk that weekend, but then I went to Brigham City Temple dedication which was so great to be a part of, and it put a lot of things into perspective for me which is what I need sometimes. Then the drive through the canyon and a musical fireside that night brought it all together for me. 

So I'll be soaking it up while it's around.
Here's to some good times this Fall.

I've figured it out...

... I'm a really bad blogger because I kick butt at writing in my journal.

Seriously.

I can fill up an average size journal (about 250 pages) in no more than four months. I've been writing in journals since I can remember. I can remember my first journal from when I was about 4 years old: it was this Lisa Frank journal with a lock on it. Don't know what Lisa Frank's designs look like? You must not be a child of the 90's. Let me give you an idea.

(notice that gypsy pig fortune teller one? What in the world...)

I promise have better taste now. 

I write in a lot of detail in my own journal and don't have the energy most days to re-create another entry for the blog.

So here's what I'm going to do. I have a few of my journals from the past 10 years of my life with me here in Logan. At least once a week I'll post an entry from one of my journals (names will be changed to protect the innocent, and maybe not so innocent...). And of course I'll try to keep up on the most recent happenings of my life, because there have been a lot. Good, bad, definitely ugly, and definitely hilarious... Like getting trapped in a bathroom stall because someone parked one of those handicapped cruisers right up against the door of the stall I was in. Not cool. 

We'll see how this works out for the next little while. This could be really funny or really bad. Ha.

Love only knows.

 

(Mumford and Sons know too.)

         [all images via pinterest]