I love fall. Even in a place where there really isn’t any fall, I love fall. The low last night was 47 degrees. The windows are wide open (the cat is deliriously happy) and the sounds of the night are creeping into the house. The smell of the rain creeps in with it. The wind makes ghosts of the curtains. And, when dawn comes, the feel of being outside in weather that doesn’t stifle every breath is amazing.
And I’m sitting here working, feverishly, to finish a pair of wool arm warmers that will come down over the ends of my fingers if necessary while warming my fingers (raynauds… gotta love it) with HotHands hand warmers. I’m thinking that it might not be a bad idea to go soak my hands in hot water. Sometimes (like this morning) I think longingly of one of those amazing hot wax baths that you can use to ease the pain.
This is the time of year that speaks to my heart. And reminds me that I’m not the person I used to be when I was jumping into leaves and raking leaves for my kids to jump in. Now I fight back the cold that settles into my hands and feet and fight to really enjoy the day, every day.
Coffee cups double (only double… the coffee is always what matters most) as hand warmers. Wool socks over warmed feet hold in the heat most of the day. And I stock up on these handy dandy hand warmers to help when other things don’t.
It’s fall, creeping quickly up on winter. Enjoy the beauty of the season!
A Figment Of Fitness 