The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
Emily Dickinson
Love the fall! Bright, clear skies. Crisp air. And the scent of smoke about
as yards are raked... the crunchy remains of the summer
removed and the plants enjoy a much deserved
rest.
Wonderful evenings spent with the family out by the fire.
Discussing the week to come.
And what to plan for next weekend!
