The fields are harvested and bare,
And Winter whistles through the square
October dresses in flame and gold
Like a woman afraid of growing old............
~ Anne Mary Lawler

Is it these WICKED hot summer days that have me longing for the crisp fall aires??? The smell of the log fire burning, the fallen leaves decaying back to the earth.................that bite in the air when you first breathe it in? I have been dreaming of those days, that seem to go by in a flash, the older I get...................but sometimes......................., you know,.............. Dreams do become reality!
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