Welcome, Fall!

This week, I made my own pumpkin spice creamer.

Here's the crazy thing: I'm not even remotely one of those PSL fans. I don't countdown to the PSL return at any coffee shop. I don't even know if I've purchased a PSL. Ever. In my life.

But I felt like fall needed a proper welcome, so I stood over my stove whisking pumpkin puree and milk and spices, and I made a much cheaper and probably much healthier version of the PSL.

I bought cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg essential oils and have been running the diffuser with the smells of fall.

Fall has the best smells. Even campfire. But I don't think they've bottled that into an oil yet.

So yesterday, I hauled in all the decorations that have been sitting in giant tubs in the garage for the last week. My first time to decorate Shafferland 2.0 for a season. In our old house, all these decorations had their proper homes. I knew where everything went.

Not now. I unloaded everything onto the floor and stared, wondering which pieces should go in which room.

Pops of red and orange made their way into our blues and grays and browns.

Somehow, I seemed to forget all the old configurations, so it was a fresh start...arranging and rearranging and sprinkling fall throughout the house.

I love it. Putting up these decorations always reminds me how much I love everything fall represents {except the inevitable snow to follow}.

Evening walks that require sweatshirts.

Fires with s'mores.

Mums and bales of straw and pumpkins and cornstalks.

Corn mazes and pumpkin patches and turning leaves.

Baking and blankets. {Not to be confused with each other.}

 Welcome, fall.

I have missed you. You are gorgeous and filled with beautiful spice.

Be at home here.