Although my name tends to make me love warm weather and the beach….. there is nothing quite like the leaves changing, brisk cold air falling on the front range and the dreams of snow forming in the forefront of my mind. This is our 4th fall in Colorado and I am already addicted to the changing seasons. I think fall might be my favorite (although ask me in May how I feel after the snow has finally melted and I can wear my tank tops again). For now, I am so excited about the traditions we have already created. Tons of pumpkin scented candles all around the house, picking up firewood from a local joint after church, pulling the coats out of the closet, cooking stew, walks in the falling leaves, and putting the down comforter back on the bed. I love fall.