It's beginning to feel a [little bit like] fall...!

This is the view of the trees in our backyard when you're lounging in the disc swing (with a glass of wine in hand.)

This is generally my view whenever I attempt to enjoy it. Minus the spilled wine.

Yesterday was the first day with a little bit of fall nip in the air. 

Not Alaska nip, Miss, but it did get down to like 60 degrees at night (causing every single Southerner to pull the winter coat out of the attic), and enough of the hurricane mosquitoes died that we were finally able to- for the first time- haul out the bounce house and enjoy our oasis of a backyard.

We salvaged a lovely fall-ish weekend out of one marred by a last minute Friday trip to (and earlyyy Saturday return from) DC for the Regimental Dining In (for me),

a fairly major tropical storm (during which- Jayne sent me this while I was at work- Finley danced in the rain in her PJs),

and yet another dance performance at a random rural festival. Which Ford crashed, as per usual.

The Coats Farmers Day festival actually turned out to be a total blast, complete with rideable farm equipment and a hysterical parade that included line dancing, candy-throwing, and lots and lots of Jesus.

Plus donuts.

We went full "fall in the south" and wrapped up the weekend with chili, football, church (in matching dresses, thanks to Finley), and a trip to the pumpkin patch

including some hilarious failed fall photos.

Also, F+F made superhero masks and put up the Halloween decorations with Grandma while I was at work. Crafts and decorating being two of my least favorite seasonal things, I am eternally grateful. 

Somewhere in there I had time to attempt my annual DIY house project, which resulted in spilled picnic table sealant, an emergency trip to the hardware store for paint thinner, and a barely-noticeable bald spot near my left ear. Plus noticeably sticky fingers.

But cheers! to my favorite time of year, even if it means some seriously questionable language pouring out of my living room as I am reminded where Seth learned to scream at the TV during football games. (His mother.) (Fine. This is actually one of my favorite things ever, and is completely hilarious.) Happy fall, y'all.