This weekend I realized that I have officially crossed the line from enjoying summer to wanting it to be fall. A storm blew through yesterday and behind it came crisp, dry air that was so nice Adam and I took a walk in it. At some point I smelled someone's bbq smoke and it made me want to have a fire in my fireplace. And when I went to the mall looking for new shoes, I found myself coveting sweaters and corduroy pants and warm clothes again.

I've even ventured as far into the winter months as to plan this year's Christmas card and start thinking about the wrapping paper I want to use on all my presents. I've wondered what sort of wreath I'll want to put on the door of our new townhouse, and where I can get pinecones to stack in my planters while everything winters over. I can vividly remember the feeling of walking through stores filled with holiday decorations, and I'm starting to anticipate it again.

I'm also looking forward to doing some new things: Having an actual house to decorate. Taking walks around the golf course after its snowed. Driving up into Shenandoah during the fall and staying at the lodge. Cabin camping with the scoobies.

Does anyone else start to feel this excitement at the approach of fall??