|^ How I recently found a little piece of autumn in N. Ireland ^|
Dear Autumn in the Midwest,
I miss you. I miss your pumpkin festivals and brightly colored leaves. I miss the football games I never went to and the sound of the marching bands off into the distance. I miss the sight of pumpkins and dead corn husks on everyone's front porch, and the awful Halloween decorations that adorned the front yards of my neighbors. I miss the sound of rustling cornfields and of campfires on a cold night. I miss apple orchards and hayrides. I miss apple cider and anything with pumpkin in it.
Oh how I miss pumpkin.
I miss pulling out my fall sweaters for the first time, and those few weeks when it's too cold for a t-shirt, but too warm for a jacket. I miss the anticipation of Halloween and everyone dressing their kids up in age-appropriate and not-scary costumes. I miss Homecoming games...(did I just say that?).
I promise to never take you for granted.
Sure, here I have the sea and cliff. I have a beautiful mountain to the west and a patchwork quilt of green fields at every turn. Don't get me wrong - it's beautiful.
But YOU'RE beautiful. And I will never again take for granted how you make me feel. I promise to love you and your brightly colored leaves for as long as I live. I promise to never down-play how amazing you are. I promise that you still hold my heart cupped gently in the smell of harvest.
I promise next year I'll be back. I'm not sure yet where, but I do know it will be somewhere with plenty of canned pumpkin just waiting to be made into every edible pumpkin concoction I can think of.
Until then, this crappy pumpkin latte I found will have to do. (I know what you're thinking, how can you mess up a pumpkin latte, right?)