So when the aspen start doing this:
Because as soon as the first hard frost hits (last week for me), the hot sun, bugs and pollen get turned off.
And I get so turned on.
I get turned on by the darker mornings when I can luxuriate in my yoga practice for over an hour and still catch the sunrise when I go out for a run.
I get turned on by the sight of our freezer stuffed with packages of fresh elk. (If you've been reading this blog you already now about the sexiness of elk meat.)
I get turned on by the sound of a bull elk bugling at dawn, knowing that the tag is filled and I’m the only one in my hunter’s sights.
I get turned on by the heavy fragrance of pine filling my head as we fill the back of the truck with firewood.
I get turned on by a glass of red wine, warm on my lips, as the setting sun spews pink lava all over the sky.
I get turned on by the menthol-like sensation of a twilight breeze on my back as I float above my man in the hot tub.
I get so turned on by the sound of the aspen leaves quaking like rice paper castinettes that I have to lie flat on the earth and absorb it. One windy day and that sexy percussive will be gone until next spring.
I could go on and on but I think you may be coming to the same conclusion as me.
Maybe I’m autumn sexy too.
Sexy Prod: What's turning you on this fall?