I am so over the heat. Ninety degree days are not something I can handle well. I’m not a beach girl, I’m a comfy-sweater-and-wool-socks-on-a-fall-night kind of gal. So I’m doing the unthinkable and wishing for sweater weather. Wishing for cool fall nights, fallen leaves, pumpkin picking, apple cider and bonfires.
Andy and I have even introduced Pumpkin Bread and Apple Harvest fall candles into our My Country Story line. They’re delicious smelling. Like warm carb-filled pumpkin goodness and the other feels like you’re walking through Dover’s Apple Harvest Day while eating an apple. I can’t make this up.