Autumn’s overload

I always need something to look forward to, whether it’s a fancy schmancy coffee at the end of an especially long day or the agony and ecstasy of waiting for that Amazon order to arrive.
This is true for holidays, too. As soon as Halloween is over, I’m on to the next without looking back. And not the scary kind of Halloween. No skeletons, monsters, witches and certainly nothing that … oozes.
I’m talking pumpkins and gourds of various colors and types, pressed leaves and maybe even a cornucopia on the kitchen table for good measure, in case the “Welcome Fall” wreath, festooned with acorns and mini-pumpkins on the front door, doesn’t give away which season I’m embracing with my entire being.
It’s all about fall, as far as I’m concerned; the ritual of making the house warm and cozy for fall and winter hibernation. New throw pillows and knit blankets for my permanently indented perch on the sofa and fresh spice scented candles, ready for lighting on cool evenings. Crisp apples for decorating purposes only and even pine cones that smell like cinnamon when placed in a basket in front of the fire.
Speaking of candles and fire, I once counted how many candles I have in the living room alone. It’s not an especially large place, yet somehow I’ve managed to cram 32 candles of different sizes, scents and containers in there.
For those of us of a certain age, think The Police’s “Wrapped Around Your Finger” video from 1983, if I lit them all at once. For those who don’t know, Google it. I’m positive that several fire departments were on standby during production, and I think my air conditioner turns on automatically when they air it on MTV Vintage.
I hadn’t thought about it really until just now, but every room in the house has at least one candle in it. Yes, even the laundry room. It’s in a big ceramic holder, ironically placed on top of the electric dryer that depicts springtime clothes drying on the line in a sunny, breezy, picket-fenced country scene.
The Husband has all but given up trying to curtail my candle addiction and has even earned bonus points for properly ooh-ing and ahh-ing over adorable vignettes at the Yankee Candle store in the mall. He also may have contributed his favorites to my stash. He’s an enabler now.
I might just go into Fall Fondness Overload when I drink my pumpkin spice latte while opening my Amazon delivery of candles. But I’m looking forward to it.
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