What's the rush?

It seems to me that September is moving awfully quick. September snuck by me while Mike and I were on our Dave Matthews trip (Dave post coming to a computer screen near you soon...waiting on pics). Next thing I know fall is underfoot...literally. I'm taking a walk around my neighbourhood and I'm having a fantastic time crunching leaves with my sole's when the thought occurs: "Crunchy leaves? It's only September...it's almost half gone!". The days are still nice and cozy. Although, I have been caught sporting that same summer wear outside later in the evening and- wah-wah-wee-wah! -it's brisk.


This month has also brought near-completion to the barn in my backyard (5 stalls and gorgeous). Today might be the last day a few men take over my backyard-and early morning sleep-in order to hammer and saw a horse-house. We also have a new addition to our house: a Boxer puppy named Marley. She's my sister's dog. Despite my reservations about a Boxer (I'm still not a fan of the general bread but a fan of Marley only), she's adorable and affectionate and I love her.

I'm looking forward to October, to pumpkins, to more leaves, to cozy drinks, to bundling up in scarves. To Thanksgiving and the idea of "harvest", bringing the fruits of our labours. I might have invited fall a little early: I had my first no whip, non-fat, pumpkin spice latte of the season yesterday. I don't care if it was wrong...it was delicious!