Our Thoughts Are Stars

I have these best friends.

    Those lovely ladies in the picture above have been my best friends since birth. Since we live across the Interstate from each other, and we all like to write, we decided to start a 4-way blog to keep in touch.
    I think it's an awesome project. We used to write letters back and forth, but then our lives got too busy. We created our blog -called Our Thoughts Are Stars- as a more convenient way to talk to each other almost every day.
    So, if you have any interest in our lives (which, if you aren't one of our mothers, I assume you don't) feel free to check it out. I write every Monday (hey that's today!) but Grace, Mercy, and Rose's writing styles are pretty phenomenal. Here is the link to Our Thoughts Are Stars. I hope you enjoy it and aren't repulsed by our fangirl rants about the moral decadence of society.
    Well, this post is really short for once. I have been immensely busy with this life I love and the way everything is suddenly changing, like leaves on trees in October. Some days I hate everyone and everything and want to curl up in bed and avoid this world, which often seems to turn against me. Most days are good, though- I get better at dealing; I am becoming thicker-skinned I think. So I suppose I'm doing okay, all things considered. ANYWAY, I have to end this now before it stops being a short post (also, I have a life that must be lived).
--Laura :)

I want all of these sweaters.

   
 If you know me inside and out, you probably knew this post was coming. I love fall. It's as simple as that. I'm basically your typical suburban white girl- I pull out my oversized sweaters in mid-September and eat and drink anything with the words "pumpkin spice" in the title. The leaves haven't changed much and I'm already in Autumn Mode, anticipating the coming months like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
    I don't even know where to begin. That's how bad it is. I can promise you now that this post is probably going to be a bit long and rambling and disorganized, but that's how I think, so I implore you to bear with me.
    I love fall. I love sweater weather and pumpkin flavored everything and the heart aching beauty of early sunsets. I love big, bright leaf piles and the sound of leaves rustling underfoot. I love apple-picking in October (a family tradition) and eating fresh apples that make those wrinkly ones they sell at  Stop & Shop taste like styrofoam. This is the only season that makes me really happy to be a New England girl. I may hate humidity in the summer, and neverending winter, but driving down tree-lined roads in the fall makes me forget any resentment I may hold to this part of the country.
    I confess that I am somewhat of a nature freak. I get this from my dad -rightly dubbed The Tree Guy by his loving children- who would rather be outside than anywhere else. From him I learned to appreciate forests and green grass and tiny flowers with long Latin names. I love going on long walks in November, just to look at the everchanging landscape of my neighborhood. Something about bright orange trees against deeply serious, cloudy skies makes me feel okay, no matter what mood I'm in. Looking at the beauty of nature in autumn fills me with joy and praise to the God who created the amazing color scheme of this season.
    Another thing I love about this time of year is how poetic and meaningful it can be. This may sound cheesy, but I'm going to say what I think, since this is my blog after all: fall is the season of change. Beautiful, happy change. And to me, that proves that different things can be lovely. We need not be afraid of change if beautiful things come from the change in the fall. Most of the time I'm scared of things ever being different; I hold on too much when I should be letting go. But why am I terrified when there are trees bared and lovely, and pumpkins to be picked, and Halloween carnivals on crisp evenings, all because of a season of change? I love this time of year yet I dread the idea of new things happening in my own life. Maybe I have a lesson to be learned from fall. It's not all about hay rides and not wanting to get out of bed in the morning because you are beyond comfortable and warm under the blankets. It's about accepting new and different experiences for what they really are- beautiful adventures. I like being young enough to learn lessons like that and not regret the time I wasted not knowing so many great and profound things.Well, I regret some things, like stuff I've said in front of my mother, and wardrobe choices I made in the seventh grade. Buuuut that has nothing to do with what I've been talking about, and now I'm rambling. I told you I would. I'm a very predictable person.
    Anyway, I hope y'all have a lovely fall, and take lots of pictures, and drink too much hot apple cider. Oh, and promise me you won't wear one of those skanky girl's Halloween costumes if you go trick-or-treating. Not only are those outfits degrading, you'll also probably freeze your rear end off. How impractical!
--Laura :)