sweater: H&M, shirt: F21, jeans: Lauren Conrad for Kohls, booties: Ross, purse: Steve Madden
See all those leaves? Those are all in my back yard. I love those leaves--I think it helps that I have zero responsibility when it comes to cleaning them up. This is the one and only time of year I am grateful that we live in a town house and do not have a yard to call our own.
Thanks to the miraculous dry spell for the past couple of weeks, these leaves are actually crisp. crisp, people! When I walk through them, rather than leaving me with that all too familiar soggy shoe full of rain water and mushy leaf bits, they instead give off that satisfying dry crunch that reminds me of the autumn days from my childhood in Nebraska. Octobers there were made for raking leaves into those large, perfect piles only to be decimated moments later by jumping into them cannonball style. There was no better way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon. Until someone, without fail, would end up with an eye full of leaf dust. But we never learned--such is life.
On this particular day though, I was oh so tempted to shuffle these leaves into a pile for Sam, most likely with a broom seeing as we don't actually own a rake, so that he too could share in this joyous fall tradition. But then I remembered our fellow townhouse dwellers' affinity for dogs and their lack of affinity for picking up dog poo, present company included, and thought better of it.