I know, it sounds so cliché!  But, fall is the season that makes me truly happy.  Why do I love fall?  Everything about it – the smell of the leaves, the campfires, the weather that is not hot but not too cold, it’s just all so absolutely wonderful.

I’ve loved fall since I was a little kid.  My boyfriend gives me continuous hell for this and calls me a “country girl,” but one of my favorite fall memories is going to my friends’ houses, making a campfire, sitting on hay bales and carving pumpkins together.  I loved jumping into the piles of leaves my mom and I would rake out of the yard and going to the apple orchard to pick apples all day. I loved it all!

But enough of the nostalgic love, let’s get to the lame reasons why I love fall.  This can only be written in a list.

• There is a total abundance of pumpkin spice syrup for my lattes.
• Yeah, I know, it’s lame.  But pumpkin spice lattes are something no human big or small (yes, coffee for kids, too, but decaf of course) should be deprived of.  First off, I’m a nut about anything pumpkin at any time of the year, but unless it’s fall and all over the place in the grocery, people seem to think my pumpkin love may border on unhealthy obsession.  Fall is the only time of year that I get to enjoy the yummy pumpkin goodness in every form possible and nobody questions my obsession.
• The bugs are almost all dead.
• Yes, I’m a vegan.  Yes, I put spiders outside.  And yes, I fucking hate bugs with a passion.  In the summer when I see a bee I run like a maniac in circles, which despite my intentions, usually only causes the bee to follow me and try to sit on my head.  Last I heard flowers don’t run and scream, but they should, because bees will not leave me alone.  In fall, oh wondrous fall, they go away and don’t chase me anymore.  Ah, yes, silence and freedom to walk outside without getting stalked my winged-stingy things!
• I don’t have to shave my legs anymore.
• Ah yes, leg shaving.  Nice, sexy smooth legs are the greatest thing, aren’t they?  Well, in the fall my boyfriend has to deal with the wooly mammoth because contrary to popular belief, humans – or at least this one – have winter coats.  I have to grow it in to its potential before outside gets below freezing.  It’s a tedious process and requires quite a lot of laziness, but it has to be done.
• I can eat more cake and cookies.
• Fall means hoodies and sweaters. Hoodies and sweaters mean baggier clothing.  And baggier clothing means I can eat more sweets than can normally fit in my stomach.  So, as I’m chugging down my 7^th pumpkin spice latte of the day, I can happily cram a pumpkin oatmeal cookie in my mouth with no remorse. Mmmm, oatmeal.

So, there are my reasons.  Fall is the best season ever and should probably last all year long.  If my lame reasons aren’t enough to convince you, just take a look around at the pretty leaves and smell the campfires.