As the cooler weather sets in, I begin to feel the almost overwhelming urge to be homey. By homey, I don’t mean that I want to be a gangsta gal. I mean homey as in ‘of the home’. I keep wanting to clean my kitchen, bake some cookies, light all of the candles I own, and buy a coffee machine. I don’t even like coffee! It’s just that the smell of coffee tends to lend itself to being wrapped in a blanket watching the sun rise. I want to run off to a log cabin somewhere and watch the leaves turn. I want snow that’s 2-3 feet deep. I want bright fall colors outside, and warm fires inside. Fall and winter are my very favorite seasons because I get to stay inside all warm and snuggly in a blanket. I have an excuse to turn on my damn oven. If I drank coffee, I’d so have a fresh pot every damn morning. Too bad it’s too bitter for me. I love it when it’s cold outside. As it is right now, it’s just too warm for candles and ovens.
