I’ve been neologizing this week. I have, several times now, tried to type glorious or gorgeous and keep coming out with glorgious, so I have decided it should be a word that supersedes both gorgeous and glorious in awesome. That’s what the weather has been this week. Glorgious.
A cold front came through on Tuesday and plunged us into right at freezing night temps and low 60s day temps and it’s been so fantastic. I wore GLOVES and a SWEATER. We actually turned on the heat at night. I had porridge for breakfast yesterday. And the big oak tree down the street turned gold and started shedding its leaves.
But it’s actually not fall yet here in Mississippi. This is just a preview. We’ll be back to the 80s next week.
No, fall here hasn’t truly fallen until the sugar maple down the street (I have serious tree envy of my neighbors) turns flame red. That’s when we know the temps have gotten chilly and will stay that way. That’s when we’ll start to scent fireplace smoke and the chill bite to the air nips at your nose and ears. That’s when I’ll haul out all of my coats (I have a ludicrous number of them–with some women it’s shoes, for me it’s coats) and gloves and scarves and cute hats. This one is a favorite:
Fall means soups and stews and CHILI. All sorts of warm, rich, delicious foods that stick to your ribs for winter. It means THANKSGIVING (favorite meal of the year) and Egg Bowl (the annual battle between the Mississippi State Bulldogs and the Ole Miss Rebels–and I don’t give a damn what a bunch of yankee board members say–we are still the Rebels–Black Bears my ass. You will not find a single piece of “Black Bear” merchandise ANYWHERE in the state of Mississippi, and we’re working on getting it on the general election ballot next year to bring Col. Reb back).
Fall means the end to open toed shoes and the beginning of BOOTS. It means happy, prancing pooches (my girls love the chilly weather) and a blessed end to Daylight Savings Time. It’s my absolute favorite time of year.
What are your favorite signs of fall?