Raking leaves

I love fall. I do, it is by far my favorite season.

I love the cooler temperatures, the changing colors, the longer rays of sunlight, the sound of wind sifting through the leaves and the crispness of the air.

I love pick up soccer games, October Baseball, watching football on Sundays, running while wearing long sleeve t-shirts, baking all day with the oven, and lots of hot tea and hot chocolate.

I love wearing sweaters, thin scarves, corduroy everything, longer jackets, boots, fluffy socks, leather purses, layering shirts and the perfect pair of jeans.

I love that I can wear my hair down without getting hot (okay, the new shorter haircut definitely helped out with this over the summer). I love buying sweaters for the dogs. I love going to pumpkin patches and apple orchards. I love hayrides and corn mazes.

I love everything about fall... except for raking leaves. That's the fall version of shoveling snow. The leaves look beautiful and colorful in the yard and for days I can enjoy them blissfully. Then, a few days or weeks later, they aren't looking too pretty and a nagging sensation begins to build in my stomach. It's time to break out the gloves and rake up all those pesky leaves that it seems just yesterday I was adoring. Raking leaves is fun for the first few minutes. You make a few piles, maybe even have a kid moment and dive right in. But, when you see your two cute and adorable dogs running through your piles and spreading them back over the yard- that's when everything stops being cute and starts being work.

Sigh.... here's to the next week of enjoying fall. Then, I'll have to rake leaves again and have this momentary lapse back into not-loving- fall-funk.