What I Love About Fall


I have a great appreciation for all seasons; and I’ve been blessed to live in a four season state and see all the beautiful changes each brings. Fall however, is by far my favorite, and here are some reasons.

Endless amounts of Apple Cider. Mmmm, so good! We constantly have a vast supply in the house, sipping on it whenever we please.

When I walk outside, the vibrant colors of the leaves never cease to amaze me.

There’s nothing like the crisp air when it fills your lungs and wakes you up. So refreshing.

Haunted houses, because who doesn’t enjoy a good scare?

Devouring a warm donut with cider to wash it back at a cider mill! 🙂

Corn maizes, because getting lost and attempting to find each check point is way more fun than it sounds.

Sweaters, sweaters galore. I love wrapping up in a nice comforting sweater to keep warm. Not to mention how easy it is to be stylish and comfortable, always a bonus!

Halloween! Candy, dressing up, parties-Sounds good to me!

Everything pumpkin. Carving, lattes, pies, seeds, coffee cake; so many fun options!

The heavy rain pounding on the roof as I drift off to sleep.

Tea, coffee, and hot chocolate are always better in the fall and winter months.

Gathering around a bonfire to keep warm. The smell, the atmosphere, the people; I love every bit of it.

Orchard apples, so fresh and sweet. No other apple compares.

Thanksgiving, being surrounded by family; appreciating all you have. Not to mention the delicious food.

What do you love about fall, any I didn’t mention? I’d enjoy to hear what you love about fall or any other season for that matter!

Living and Loving as an Introvert

Couldn’t have said it better.


good advice

*stands up*

*shuffles nervously*

*clears throat*

Hello. My name’s Ruth and I am an introvert.

Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that?

Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things. No, I’m not anti-social. No, I’m not shy. No, it’s not that I hate people, or that I hate you, or that I’m a badly brought up Awkward Annie.

I’m just an introvert.

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The Cave

My room, my personal escape;
where I can be true to myself-
no pressure from peers, family, or society.
Somewhere I can rush away from the stress of this so called life.
Where the world can’t touch me-
no matter how hard it tries.

I walk into my cluttered territory,
Stumbling over abandoned clothes:
my blazing blue backpack,
familiar blankets that warm my chilled body in the winter.
The mess is abundant, but I can find
My parents call it pathetic,
I call it talent; keeps my searching skills fresh.

After lengthy days at school and practice,
I retreat to my hive, crawl into my warm comforting bed,
Knowing it will always be there when I need it most.

I slowly meander out of my bedding covered nest
making my way to morning practice.
I listen to calming country on rough days.
I engulf myself in a good book,
temporarily unaware of my own reality.

My hive.
Call it what you desire,
but it’s my comfort and safety zone.
A place to be alone, to clear my head;
a place to mourn and regroup,
a place to think and discover who I am.


As Seniors, we’re often asked what our plans are for the future. Where we’re going to college and what we plan on studying. Some have known the desires for their lives since the time most kids claim they want to be a princess or fireman-determined to make them reality. Yet others–like me, are clueless. Ideas have come and gone, but nothing has been locked down in the vault to stay.

When I first realized it was time to start figuring out my life, I was a wreck. I felt vulnerable, alone–like an unprepared child; being raised as an independent individual made this a foreign realm.

A month and a half-sixty two days-until I walk across the sweat induced track in my blue ripply gown, identical to my fellow 275 students and I still don’t know. I don’t know what’s in store for my future. Unaware of what’s to come, but I’m sure it’s complicated, like all my pointless high school relationships.

Surprisingly, I’m now okay with it, not knowing that is. Ask me two months ago and I would have cringed with the thought of telling another person that I haven’t decided. Now, I’ve accepted that I don’t know. Sometimes it’s the things that aren’t planned out that work out best.

The Final Stretch

Sixty two. Sixty two days until I walk down the football field-arm in arm-with my four closest friends at my soon-to-be alma mater.  The final stretch of my childhood coming to a close, whether I like it or not. 

These last sixty two days will be the longest and shortest I’ve experienced.  I’m impatiently waiting and desiring for it to be over, all the pointless busy work, annoying classmates, and nagging teachers.  Yet, I’m hesitant in what comes next.  I’m in my comfort zone at this familiar space, routine in place.  But change is inevitable, so I might as well embrace it.

So in sixty two days I’ll bid this school adieu, but until then I’ll do my best to cherish every day, hour, minute, and second to the best of my ability.  


Every Introvert Needs Alone Time

Sometimes I just need a break from the world. Where I go into “hibernation” hiding in the comfort of my covers and lay there with my own thoughts letting other distractions brush off me. 

Don’t ask me what’s wrong, if I need to talk I’ll seek you out. 

Just let me be alone for awhile. 

Introverts need their space and alone time.