Falling for you

I have to admit I was quite sad to see summer go. Which was a bit surprising, I’ve never really been a summer girl. But Today on the hiking trail with the leaves already changing, I quickly forgot about missing summer and remembered why autumn is probably one of my top 3 favourite things in life. From the colors, to the smell in the morning, and from that crisp cold air, to watching leaves fall to the ground. I get so wrapped up in it’s pure natural beauty that I can’t even pinpoint what exactly it is that mesmerizes me so. I think it is everything, every, single, thing about it. Everyone talks about summer love, but I think if it is going to be a good solid love than it should start in autumn. I have no rhyme or reason for this, it is just the most romantic season in my mind.
I love it so much, it makes me want to fall in love. I want to fall in love under the leaves, fall head over heels with all my most loved colors surrounding me. I want to wake up with the morning, smell the crisp air and read a book. I want to walk hand and hand on the cool evenings and cuddle after under my Jimi Hendrix blanket. I want someone who appreciates the season as much as I do.
I wish I could live in a land where it was fall all year round. I think I would be perfectly content there. I do not know when this love of fall became apparent, but I am ever so grateful it did. I never feel more alive than I do in the autumn months. I think feeling so alive makes me want to share it with someone. But, to me fall is such a sacred season that it could not possibly be just anyone. So I think the reading and walking will be solo this year.
Until it isn’t,
The Hopeless Romantic xox

A Farwell to Summer

Oh the summertime and how it makes you feel different from the rest of the year, it's like you have a few months off from the real world. Here's is a tribute to that!

Sweet Summer Heat
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There is nothing like the sweet summer air
That if I close my eyes for a moment I don’t have a care

I don’t care that this could really be nothing but what it is
I don’t care that perhaps it was more than just a stupid kiss

There is something about this summer heat
That has the power to make bad ideas seem sweet

I feel this heat wave come on so strong
And it clouds my judgement of right from wrong

But following the sweet summer heat are those crisp autumn nights
And you quickly remember what it is that is right

For what you feel on those sweltering nights is most likely wrong
For you really want the heat that lasts all winter long

Let those bad ideas fall away with the leaves
Say good-bye to mistakes due to that sweet summer heat
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The Hopeless Romantic

Shores of Lake Superior

There is no place like home! I agree with Dorothy on this one. After being away for a while, I never realize how much I love it here until I am on my way home again. It’s like as soon as I hit Sault St. Marie, even though I still have another 6 hours to go I breath a *sigh* of relief and think, I’m home. The rolling hills, trees as far as you can see water that stretches even farther. I am deeply disappointed if I am driving through this stretch of highway in the dark because I feel deprived of the view. Down hills that feel like you may just fly into Lake Superior, and view that makes you think Mother Nature spent a little extra time here. The last time I traveled home, I was a little disappointed that it was not sunny skies. I love the sun shining off the blue waters. However, I quickly changed my mind as the wind picked up, showing the not only the beauty, but also the raw power of our great lake.
I am quite proud that my town sits on the very top of this giant water mass, but I do not enjoy that fact as much as I enjoy travelling along its shore. If I had my way (and my own car) I would spend a couple days going down this 6 hour stretch of road so I could stop when I felt the urge, walk as far along its shores as I pleased. Take in each rock, wave, stretch of forest, and go with the wild wind. I want to sleep under the stars on the beach, listening to the waves crash on our north shore. I always wanted to see the ocean, but I still don’t think it could surpass my wonder I get each time I turn into Northern Ontario, wishing I could slow down movement and enjoy the landscape a little more.
Whether I ever leave this area, where ever my life leads me I will always be a “Girl of the North Country” at heart, and the shores of Lake Superior will always be my home.
The Hopeless Romantic