Ahhh, autumn. It's so good to see you. It's been a while, hasn't it?
When I was growing up, I didn't care much for autumn. It meant school was back in session. It meant no more swimming or working on a tan. And it meant football. Oh, how I dislike football. But as I grow older, autumn has come to grow on me.
Now, autumn brings about a few of my favorite things.
While I have packed away my shorts and tank tops, I also have begun to wear jeans and boots and hoodies. My favorite hoodie is the one from my alma mater, West Liberty (back when it was just a college). It's warm and cozy and about a size too big, which is just how I like my hoodies. I managed to find maternity skinny jeans (I know - sounds funny, right?), so I can still wear my cute boots with my warm sweaters, which I have to match the colors of autumn: oranges and reds and browns and an occasional yellow.
My son and husband have a pumpkin patch over the far side of our hill. They have come back to the house with some pretty nice sized pumpkins. Nice size for not even trying anyway. We started with a mommy-size one, a daddy-size one and a Little Man-sized one. Now I think we are up to nine pumpkins. Hears to hoping they live until Halloween so we can carve them. However, at the first sign of rotting, I am cutting those babies open and getting out the pumpkin seeds. I can't wait to eat those seeds!
I usually put up our decorations about the middle of September. I must confess I don't do much in the way of fall stuff. It's more Halloween, my favorite holiday. We have ghosts and witches all over the house. We have a stuffed Dracula that sits on my couch with whom my son occasionally dances around the house with.
We put scarecrows outside on the posts on our porch, all with the pumpkins from our patch. For the first time this year, we have cornstalks from our very own garden. And new to our collection is an air-inflated Frankenstein. I would do more outside Halloween stuff, but we don't get trick-or-treaters where I live. So it's fall outside and Halloween inside. Last year, I had turkeys sitting beside witches. I decided against that this year.
With autumn comes two pretty awesome holidays - both about food. One about junk food and the other about eating as much as you can until you explode (at least that's how it works at my house).
I love Halloween. It's the one time of year you can be someone you're not. Ghosts and goblins parade the streets in hopes of getting candy. I love to dress up and try to every year. I plan to have a party, costumes required, once my rec room is finished. Little Man hasn't decided what to be this year. Last year he was a robot. The costume even had an on/off switch. If only he really had an on/off switch.
And of course, Thanksgiving. I usually have to eat three Thanksgiving dinners: one at my mom's house, one at my dad's house and one at my in-laws' house.
But this year, I am ready. I must confess a full-blown Thanksgiving dinner is the one thing that I have craved so far this pregnancy. I want my mom's homemade stuffing, my mother-in-law's sweet potato casserole and my stepmom's sister's homemade noodles. And don't forget the pie. Oh, bring on the pumpkin (or pecan) pie. My mouth is watering just writing about it. Is it time for dinner yet?
One of my favorite people in the world was born in the autumn: my son. It was a crisp autumn morning (very early morning) when we left for the hospital for Little Man to be born. Now, my most favorite thing of all about this season celebrates his birthday in early fall and calls me mommy. Happy Birthday, Little Man.
As much I have come to enjoy the cool days and the falling leaves, it will all be gone before we know it, so I will enjoy it as long as I can. But when it's time for you to go, autumn, promise you won't stay away so long this time.
(Letusick, a resident of Rayland, is a copy editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times.)