Can you sense it in the air? There is a distinctive feel to when a season decides to take leave and begin preparations for its successor to arrive. When August makes that turn everything begins to look over done, dry, spent. The crickets chirp anxiously. And the evenings begin to cool, single digit temperatures making for comfortable, restful sleep. I love this part of the summer. I'm not a scorching heat lovin', hit the beach kind of gal. Autumn is my favorite time of year and I welcome it's coming with open arms. I dream of crisp fall days with rust fallen leaves crunching under foot, a trip to the apple orchard and pumpkin patch with our girls, comfort food ... ahhh.
Yep, can't wait.
1 year ago
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