Fall is my favorite season. It has so much going for it–between the crisp weather and the ability to wear comfy sweaters and boots to work, it’s hard to go wrong. It’s like an invitation to wrap yourself in a warm blanket and just enjoy life for a few months.
But for the past few days, the allergy side of the season has been hitting me and turning me into a tired, groggy mess. Sometimes life calls for a warm cup of tea and some quiet rejoicing over the season. Thankfully, I have a husband who encourages me to sit on the porch with a cup of tea. He’s cool like that.
And there’s a cup of tea for the creative side of things, too:
watercolor from leschosettes.canalblog.com
You know how great it is to walk into a coffee shop and smell delicious coffee roasting? I love that, especially as the weather starts to cool down and things feel almost fall-ish.
The only sad thing is that my take on the “good coffee smell” changed a lot right after college. I worked at Borders for three or so months while I was settling into life after college. I spent two of my months there as a cafe worker, learning how to make espresso drinks and giant pots of drip coffee, and it was for the most part a good experience.
(Side note: the food industry isn’t necessarily a great fit for the extremely clumsy like myself–lots of small burns all over my hands from day to day. There were lots of other things I enjoyed about that job though.)
The only long-term negative from that job is the coffee smell association thing. I still get warm fuzzies when I walk into a coffee shop, but if I smell like coffee when I walk out of the shop, I instantly feel gross, like I just finished a long shift at the cafe. Those shifts usually ended around 11 PM, so getting home from work after that isn’t something I want to relive every time I get a cup of warm coffee.
Hmm. I think I’ll just have to limit my coffee shop time to 10 minutes or less. It could work.
Coming soon: pictures of Scott’s birthday cake, stories of said birthday, and lots of other random stuff.