Pumpkin Porn

I love Autumn. Love it. I grew up in Michigan where it not only means the start of school (I’m a nerd and I loved this too) but also cooler temperatures and crisp air, scarves, boots, sweaters, apple picking, cider mills, changing leaves, football, and pumpkins. Lots of pumpkins.

Pumpkins are one of the few things you get with the season all over the country, even in places that don’t really have seasons. California does not have “Fall” but we have pumpkins and they’re everywhere. I get excited when I see them in bins outside the grocery store and when the back corner of Target is filled with décor in all my favorite earth tones. I’m drawn to it and I want it all. It is for this reason that a friend of mine calls it pumpkin porn. It’s not just pumpkins but everything that embodies Fall and the good feelings you get inside from it. She loves it as much as I do.

As much as I want to get into the spirit of the season I find it very difficult when it’s 104 degrees outside. I really want to take my son to the pumpkin patch. I don’t want to do it in flip flops. I would love to sip on some stove top apple cider or a pumpkin spice latte but the thought of drinking anything hot makes me throw up in my mouth a little.

I know it’s only September but it doesn’t last long. Christmas starts earlier and earlier every year and I’m losing precious time. Im holding out hope for cooler temps in October so I can actually enjoy the pumpkin porn before I feel the need to put up my tree and decorate the house. That’s a whole different level of crazy and a major event for me.