Saturday was spent at the Cabarrus County Fair. The 25 degree drop in temperature this weekend made funnel cakes and hot fudge all the more appealing. I saw hay bales and pumpkins around every corner. The food carts sold hot chocolate and apple cider, fried dough and snow cream. And let's be serious - you can't walk through (or walk by, if you're a fraidy cat like me) a haunted house when it feels like summer time. It's just not the same.
Some might say it was just a storm front coming through. I say it was Fall, nestling it's way into our hearts a little early. I sure can't complain. Although, ugg-clad fair goers were everywhere. It is not winter yet, folks. Uggs should be reserved for snowstorms, and trips to Walmart. (Okay, can't lie. I own more than one pair, and I'll inevitably wear them again but I think I've seen enough from living in Boone.)
Dearest Fall - when you finally arrive, please do stick around. I will eagerly welcome you with open arms and a mug of hot tea. Your crunchy leaves and blissful breeze are my favorite. I love you.
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