They all fall down

The leaves, that is. They're the ones doing the falling. It's almost fall. Actually, is it fall? When's the change? Did I miss it? Well, anyway, it is fall and, without a doubt, my favorite season. There's a crispness to the air and the crunch of leaves under foot that feels like home to me. There's very little about the fall that doesn't appeal to me. I'm even excited for leaf raking when the time comes (not quite yet but my backyard's getting there).

There's really only one thing about fall that I find vexing. Not even vexing. A bit troublesome, perhaps. Anyway. It's what to wear. One of the things I get excited about this time of year is the reintroduction of warm and fuzzy sweaters into my wardrobe. But, because it's fall and it IS Michigan, a fuzzy sweater day could be followed by a shorts and tank day. Like today. It's supposed to get close to eighty degrees eventually. That's hard to believe with how chilly it was this morning and even harder to dress for when you're still chillled from the first hours of daylight.

It's not just a question of do I wear shorts or jeans. Or even, t-shirt or sweater. Oh no. There's quarter-length sleeves and capris pants to consider. Not to mention what do you wear on your feet. Are you going to be warm enough in sandals? Do you need socks? Can I ge away with wearing a sweater with sandals? Shorts with trainers? What about a light jacket? Would that solve all my problems?

Well. I'm off to stare at my closet and hopefully the right outfit will jump out at me. If not, well, that will certainly be awkward when I run to get groceries later.