And we're brothers, and that's alright.

It's fall, suddenly and after what seems like years. And there's something about the ever-shortening days and the endless wind and the scent of dying leaves that reminds me of everything I love. I want cool days with outdoor antics in sweatshirts with friends. I want warm evenings inside on plush sofas with warm drinks and warmer bodies, remembering why the ones we loves are the ones we love. And I want it all, but I have to remember that I can have it all, just not all at the same time. 

So, for now, I'll just share with you what I love.

Soon the cottonwoods will start changing, and their yellow leaves and shining white bark will make "them look like the gold and silver trees in fairy tales." (Thanks Willa) 

Yeah... I like peach pie. I like that it feels like a foreign treat meant only for special occasions and sympathy. 

Scottish Highland Cattle. I want them. I will have them. I love them. They're like giant bear-dog-cows. Glorious.

All day. Every day. Please. Thank you.