For some, it is when we set the clocks back. For others, it is the diminishing minutes of sunlight.
At our house, the best indicator that fall is coming is when my husband pulls out the bear feet. The fuzzy Muppet-esque slippers were a joke gift about eight years ago that has turned into a cozy tradition. When the temperatures start to drop and socks aren’t protecting his toes, he pulls out his bear feet.
So, in short, it’s fall y’all. A bit earlier than usual.