Falling for Fall

Isn't fall a beautiful season? It's my favorite season...too bad I live in Nebraska where fall lasts about two weeks and the leaves get either blown off or frozen before they even have a chance to change.
But this year...has been stunning!
I love fall, except for one thing....it means winter is coming. Winter is my least favorite season, but I love fall so I'm soaking it up for all it's worth this year!


Fall means leaves turning orange and red and yellow
....spiraling and tumbling to the ground where they collect in piles perfect for jumping in and walking through. I'm pretty positive that God made leaves the way they are so that we could get enjoyment out of them in every possible way. They are a welcome relief in the spring with their green warmth reaching to the sky as the cold of winter melts away....and then they spread themselves as a welcome shade from the heat of the summer sun....and then they explode in colors brighter than anything man can create, made specifically to pop out against the bluer than blue sky before they spin to the ground for our enjoyment as we walk the streets. I always go out of my way to step on those leaves that look especially dry and particularly crunchy. There something so satisfying about hearing the snap and crunch of the leaves under your shoe.

Fall means hot cider and soup in big cups that you can wrap your hands around and absorb heat from
...especially when you're a cheapy like me and put off turning on the heater as long as possible...and like to have the windows open :) and none of that instant, pour the mix in the cup stuff. The real stuff: made in a crock pot with real sprigs of cinnamon…

Fall means breaking out the scarves!

I love scarves...I have too many, but they are a weakness of mine...

remember when the stretchy ones were all the rage? I had four or five of them :)

Fall means I can work out outside without melting away into a puddle of sweat and tears...

it's still warm outside, but the wind has changed. it's cool and light. we don't get blown away by hurricane force, 98 degree gales...

Fall means marching band season! having a younger brother and sister who were both in marching band, it's kind of a big deal :)

Roadtripping (is that a word?) to Lincoln and Columbus with the parentals for parades and competitions.

Kearney High students take marching band very seriously....and so do the families.

That's right, I'm a KHS Band Groupie :)

Fall means Thanksgiving down at the ranch with the Troyer clan...which means tons of food, tons of people and kids running around, riding 4 wheelers, fossil hunting, a hayrack ride, and a bonfire!

yes the Troyers are fossil hunters! the ranch is in the chalk hills and there are all kinds of sharks teeth and vertabrae to find!

But the highlight of the weekend is definitely the bonfire. People in Kearney don't know what a real bonfire is. I was with some friends who were going to a bonfire one evening out in the country. I'm thinking, awesome a bonfire, this will be great! I get there....and it's a pit fire. I'm sorry. A pit fire does not qualify as a bonfire. This is a bonfire.

A bonfire is 15 feet high, 15 feet across, and so hot you can't stand closer than 6 feet, which makes smores difficult. :)

that is a bonfire. none of this pit fire nonsense, sorry folks.

There are so many things to look forward to and do...
God sure knew what He was doing when he made fall...
I am loving seeing God in the fall!