How do I know?
Not because the leaves are changing. (they are)
Not because we’re breaking out the long sleeves. (we are)
Not because I’ve thought about turning on the heat more than once. (I haven’t)
It’s not even that Ryan has returned back to school. (more on that later)
So, how do I know? Because I’m baking. Lots. It started slowly, with a desire to make muffins a few weeks back. And then scones shortly after that. And today, pumpkin scones, just like Starbucks makes, only at home, so I get to eat them warm. And now, there’s granola in the oven, smelling delicious.
I’m thinking bread is in order at some point this week…and maybe some more muffins. I adore baking and I adore fall. What else should I bake? What are your favorites? What signifies fall for you?