This is my favorite time of year.

I woke up this morning and it was 49 degrees. I had my windows open. Everything was cool, dark and my bed felt like heaven.

Soon it will be time to pull on a thick sweater, tuck my flip flops away and go to the apple farm. Something about a cold, crisp day just begs for sitting in front of the fire in the barn, drinking cider. I've been going since I was a kid. It's my favorite fall ritual.

I'll mourn summer. I'll miss the feel of the sunshine on my face and lazy days spent floating in the pool. But I'll greet fall with open arms. Just don't expect me to be this cheery when Old Man Winter settles in.