The Frost is On the Pumpkin

I took Snickers the Wonder Lab out this morning, and her little tootsies were coooooold. The frost is on the pumpkin (or at least on the lawns). It's crisp out there. Last night, we watched the Conestoga Pioneers crush the Springfield Cougars 35-6 in some real "football weather," where winter coats and gloves made their first real appearance of the year, and there was a run on hot chocolate at the concession stands.

I love fall. I just wish it wasn't followed by winter.