I love the in-between seasons. Fall is special to me–I like when the temperature hovers around 75, the breeze blows by, and the light hits the changing leaves juuust right. I see beauty in that change. My ideal fall activity includes wandering around a cemetery, making up stores in my head about the people who are lying still beneath my feet. Fall, to me, symbolizes change and death, whereas spring is about renewal and rebirth. Fall is a time for quiet reflection and introspection. It’s very poetic.
More importantly, fall is about pumpkin spice.
If you aren’t on the pumpkin spice bandwagon by now, then damn, you must be living under a rock. Pumpkin spice is a godly concoction. I have no idea where it started, nor do I care. Call me basic, but I love me some pumpkin-y, clove-y, nutmeg-y goodness (hey I’m from CT, nutmeg is in my blood). There is nothing like a hot pumpkin spice latte to get your day started or as a pick-me-up in the afternoon.
That being said, the trend is getting a bit out of hand:
It looks like pumpkin spice is trying to (unsuccessfully) hop on the hashtag trend–they forgot #blessed. At least they know who their audience is?
I’m gonna eat the shit out of that popcorn tonight. I’ll let you know how it is.