Fall is coming...

The baby awoke earlier than normal today, an entire hour early, which would usually start the day off on the wrong foot; however he was so full of tender smiles, precious snuggles, and all around joyful expressions that I couldn't help but be enraptured by his little self and be transported from my warm bed into the world beyond without being cross. I've taken notice that the trees beyond the yard are beginning to shed their summer ware for fall fashion. Now I sit at my kitchen table next to a large vase of zinnias and a white, square plate that holds the best Bartlett pears I have ever eaten thanks to the local farmers market. They are soft and ripe and sweet and all that a pear should be; my blueberry bagel slathered with butter tries to compete but is unable to and so it  waits for my coffee to brew hoping to improve its chances of desirability once it has a partner on its side. Oh yes, that's right. I have started drinking coffee. It would be no large thing to announce except for the fact that I have probably had two half cups of coffee in my entire life. In all honesty it is still mostly flavored creamer, but I love the warm aroma and the nostalgia that it brings. Thoughts of a simpler time flood my memory as I hold my cup... early mornings in the middle of the woods. The leaves... startling shades of orange and salmon, deep passionate reds and purples, bright yellows, and crunchy browns heralding the onset of a frost. The air chilled and crisp making your heart beat faster and your mind alert with the possibilities of the day. Oh how I love it! I woke before the sun rose on my own accord and would clean out the cast iron wood stove. Starting a fire and watching to make sure it caught would fill the next few moments before I would hear two groggy voices call over the upstairs landing... COFFFFEEEEEEEEEEE. Like two zombies, probably roused by the clanking around the wood stove, their voices would rise in hopes of being satisfied without leaving their bed.  I started a pot while I prepared my breakfast and once it was ready I poured the magical liquid into two cups and tried to carry them up the stairs to my parents bedroom without spilling-which hardly ever happened-and upon receiving their cups the spell was broken and their day commenced. It's amazing stuff. Maybe I'm just looking for my day to start... maybe I'm just trying to commence these first days of a new life... maybe I'm just trying to get in touch with a simpler time... but I wonder, does it really matter why when it tastes so good?