Fall….. is…. here????? Sort of, maybe. Texas is so dumb. Okay, so today it’s still in the upper 80’s. But every so often we get this little flirt with fall-ish cool weather. There is an occasional pile of crinkly leaves gathered on the ground in which my little herd instinctively knows to jump right into. There is a smell about fall in the south that reminds me of childhood in Virginia, and the cool feeling on your cheeks that is reminiscent of long ago evenings with my brothers playing outside past dusk that comes and goes when I least expect it, which is comforting. But still, for the most part it’s unsettling warm. But no, that hasn’t stopped me from fulling out scarves and boots from my closet. Most women get what I mean, I think. Fall was made for fashion accessories. It’s science, or something.
Like I’ve said before I’m not really big on traditions, but our family has a few loose rituals that we stick to during this time of year, including the pumpkin patch and every piece of pumpkin spice crap that lines the store shelves. Pumpkin spice coffee? check. Pumpkin spice bread? check. Pumpkin spice beer? check. Pumpkin spice butter? yep, check. Pumpkin spice candy? Oh, heck yes, check. We are freaks about this… and a lot of things, but you probably already knew that.
Earlier this month we visited the Dallas Arboretum for a work event and got to check out the neat pumpkin village there. We really enjoyed it. We also got to take the kids to the State Fair for their first time. Here’s some photos from our latest adventures.
Getting three kids to look at the camera is hard enough, but asking them all to smile at the same time is damn near impossible.
Fried collard greens, which was my favorite fair food.
The fried snicker’s bar was also high up there on the ratings.
The fried polynesian luau, which had chunks of chicken, red pepper, onion, and pineapple deep fried and then covered in polynesian sauce.
Not the best photo with big Tex, but proof that we made it.
According to my calendar we only have about eight more weeks until Christmas and seven more before we close on the new house. And from my guesstimate I would say we’ll still be wearing short sleeves and flip flops by that time, but ::fingers crossed:: that could change.
So lots of excitement for those weirdo Ritzs.