Honestly, I am one of those few people out there who are not totally crazy for fall. I don't even like pumpkin spice lattes and I love coffee. So yes, I am aware that I am definitely living in the wrong state. Warm weather, green grass, sunshine, the beach: those are the things I would love all year long. Being freezing cold while the trees wither away to nothing is not my idea of a favorite season.

Now, I am not totally pessimistic about the fall season. It is pretty once the leaves start to change color and sometimes it's way more comfortable to match my oversized sweater with a cute blanket scarf and my boot socks. But (back to being pessimistic), after a while, my boot socks get worn out, my oversized sweater gets a little redundant, and I only have so many blanket scarves. Not to mention, getting the lingering nasty head cold, or trying to get out of my carefully constructed burrito blanket I have strategically formed into a super cozy cocoon to man the chill down to my bone to go to a class in 30-degree weather.

The month of October is bearable for the most part because I love my mom's homemade apple pie, haunted houses, "home is where the heart is" scented candles, hot tea, movie marathons wrapped in knit blankets, looking around for halloween costumes and watching my nephews play around in the leaves. Fall is the second best season after summer (winter is just depressing and spring is annoying) but it only lasts for so long... sorry I'm pessimistic again.

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My heart was slightly warmed by the fall season when I visited Pumpkinville in Great Valley, NY (a very small town in the Southern Tier) with some friends. The urge to stay in my bed, wrapped up in blankets the entire Sunday seemed overwhelmingly enticing to me, but I got up anyway. Dressed in a comfy sweater and cozy boot socks, I made the trip.

I pet tiny farm animals, bought a bag of apples, drank cider out of a "cider sippie," rode a tractor through a pumpkin patch, took cute candids, stood in front of a vent from a donut conveyer (which was unlike any other feeling I have ever felt), and ventured through a corn maze. See, I'm not totally heartless, guys. I think that was what brought me back around to enjoying fall and the beauty it has to offer. Please excuse my mixed feelings.

The leaves are only pretty for so long, cider stops tasting good after the sixth gallon, and the apples will start rot. So, to all of those fall lovers out there, I give you credit for having the strength that I do not. You brave souls put on the face and embrace it.

You can find me in that burrito cocoon for the next 6 months.