Oh Fall, how I love you so. I love your leaves, your breeze, and your apple pies. I love your warm chai lattes and late morning jogs, your musty hickory air and your vanilla scented candles. I love the way you bring families together with your football games and fresh cut wood. You are such a lovely season Fall.
Fall is one season that must be terrible everywhere besides the North. The trees in New Hampshire are out of this world. The rolling hills and multi dyed leaves are just magnificent. It's seasons like Fall that make me miss the country and the farm. Boston is lovely of course, but nothing beats a change of season like New Hampshire.
The last time I was up north (I was able to swing by for a day last weekend), not only was I completely blown away by the changing scenery but also by the contents of a little brown box lying in our candle closet.
It was at the brown box that I got to meet seven brand new babies. Seven teacup sized beings. Seven glorious and beautiful kittens. God's creatures. I have never been so proud of a cat in my life. Birdie, (ah-hem, of Birdie & Gus) managed to silently and without complaint deliver SEVEN kittens to the world in the middle of the night. And despite me being overjoyed by the news, there was a tiny voice in my head going what the hell are we going to do with seven kittens?!
Yep, with eleven cats in total now, we are officially that weird cat family. But golly jee, they are just the cutest.