What's With Those Gingers?

Fall. Autumn. Also know as the segue between Hot and Cold. Fall is like...it's like when your hot chocolate gets too cold drink as hot chocolate, but it's still too warm to talk yourself into believing it's just chocolate milk. Or, maybe it's like when you have the flu and you have a fever so you know you need to cool off, but you're somehow freezing and you just want to crawl into bed and shove a blow dryer under the covers near your feet. It's this weird in between season that doesn't really have that much to offer. School is in full swing, there aren't many vacation days happening, the sun starts to disappear and your body starts to crave everything cream and butter just when you drop a pants size. No? You don't feel that way? You think Fall is amazing? Huh. That's weird. I'm pretty sure Fall is just the price we have to pay for Summer and Christmas, but to each his own.

Here in San Diego, Fall is both Indian Summer and cold/flu/allergy season. The Santa Ana's blow through and dry everyone out, but at least we get to bask in a few stolen days (ok, weeks) of hot hot heat when we know deep down inside we should be wearing boots and scarves and attractive hats. In October we had three, maybe four, really cold rainy days and in my haste I put all of the Dude's shorts away. I promptly pulled them back out when the thermometer reached 80°.

For a few years now I have been trying really hard to jump on the Fall bandwagon. I think that eventually it will happen. (I'm simultaneously trying to learn to love a Bloody Mary, and I wonder if the two could maybe join forces to help foster a love for one another other?) I love Halloween (which was like, 78° here) and I think soup is the perfect food. Those two factors alone are not altogether a bad jumping off point. It is slowly growing on me. I think my relationship with Fall will progress as my waistline widens. So here is my game plan for loving Fall:

1. Make Persimmon Cake again (did this once when we were part of a CSA, and ate the whole thing- I was pregnant. Back off.)
2. Craft the perfect Mulled Wine
3. Take more pictures of the Dude being adorable in knitted outfits and other absurd baby sundry.
4. Spend more time on Pintrest looking at cool Fall crap that I won't ever actually make myself.
5. Start a not necessarily Fall tradition that is 100% fail proof awesome and schedule it for Fall so that it becomes a Fall Tradition and I can feel like I cheated the system. (i.e. Wine Tasting)
6. Buy some skinny jeans and a pair of Frye boots to stuff them into.
7. Continue NOT teaching, in which case Fall does not represent the loss of freedom.

This year Fall looks pretty promising. Here is what a GingerWeaver Autumn looks like so far...