Fall
Don't you just love the Fall? It has always been my favorite season.
I love when the air gets crisp.
I love when the leaves turn.
I love the smell of rotting leaves on the ground.
I love the smell of burning leaves (though with it being illegal most places, you don't get it much anymore).
I love driving along the Mississippi and seeing all of the colors. I told Kathy that if the yung'un wasn't about to arrive, I would like to make the drive up to Minnesota. Maybe next year.
And I am happy to be back in a place where fall happens. The pine trees just don't do it. The picture above is from our back yard. Dig it.
I love when the air gets crisp.
I love when the leaves turn.
I love the smell of rotting leaves on the ground.
I love the smell of burning leaves (though with it being illegal most places, you don't get it much anymore).
I love driving along the Mississippi and seeing all of the colors. I told Kathy that if the yung'un wasn't about to arrive, I would like to make the drive up to Minnesota. Maybe next year.
And I am happy to be back in a place where fall happens. The pine trees just don't do it. The picture above is from our back yard. Dig it.
posted by Tom at 7:56 PM
1 Comments:
Your deck looks comfy and your view special. Happy new home.
Uncle Bob always burns a handfull of leaves in the grill and invites the neighbors for smells.
Aunt Polly
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