Tonight, I participated in an art crawl in Franklin and I can testify to the fact that it’s finally beginning to feel like fall outside. I am of the opinion that it’s hard to get into the spirit of spooky season when it’s almost 90 degrees outside. Plus, pumpkin spice tastes much better when it’s colder.

I visited a haunted house — or technically, more like a haunted detached garage. This one lady goes all out to decorate for Halloween every year and it’s well worth visiting if you’re ever in the Franklin area.

But October is all about leaves turning colors, roasting marshmallows, and going to hayrides and bonfires. Again, that’s difficult when it’s hot outside.

But as I’ve mentioned before, fall weather is a kind of gateway to every happy childhood memory of mine. I can suddenly remember people long since gone and remember places I used to love.

I’m hankering to wear some flannel sooner rather than later. Some of you had already busted out the sweaters when it was still hot outside, but I have actual sweat glands, so I can’t do that.

Bring on fall, I say. Bring on Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and then my favorite, Christmas. I’m ready.