Fresh Cut Grass

I love Saturdays. The lawncare guys come in and do all the yardwork in the complex. The scent of freshly cut grass is wonderful. :)

I've been oogling fall essentials recently. I have a serious problem. I'm already over summer, and it hasn't even started! I hate the sticky, ickyness of the way too humid days, especially when the A/C in my car goes out. So, my escapism is dreaming of fall, and wishing I lived more northward.

I know I should be grateful I've lived so close to the ocean, and never had to worry about snow, unless we went to visit the northern family, and could live a life of lovely temperate days. I get it. I do love my town. I love being able to go to the beach late at night when no one else is around. I love that I don't have to bitch about shovelling snow.

But, I long for seasons. Changing colors in the leaves. Snowfall. The reawakening of springtime. The warmth of the sun during summer. I miss that, and yet I've never truly lived it. I was born during a blizzard, and moved to Florida in July. I never experienced a northern fall as someone who lives there.

So, forgive my navel-gazing. I'm just getting myself ready for when I move.

These are frickin' GORGEOUS. Miss Sixty makes shoes that my heart pitter-patters for. I can so see these being a fall-winter staple in Wisconsin. Hell, anywhere. I'll have to report on the comfort of walking long distances in a snowed out city later. (Like, in two years from now.) But from my online lusting, I say these are amazing.

And, yes, I just ordered them.

I'll save my other fall lusts for when it's actually FALL. *sigh*