Crunchy leaves. I'm that person who will go out of their way to step on a leaf that looks deliciously crunchy.
A few days ago the wind blew and blew and now all the leaves that were sitting on the front lawn are now piled together right were the door to my truck sits. It's like a welcome mat when I come home. Except it's crunchy. And instead of wiping my feet I stomp and listen to the delightfully glorious sound of the leaves crunching beneath my feet,
More favorite things: These shoes (although they squeeze my toes)