Harvest-a Breath of Fresh Air


It creeps upon us-Autumn. One day, we are sweating in shorts, wishing the wind would pick up a little, then the next day, there is a chill in the air, we grab a light sweater as we run out the door.


Harvest-such a beautiful time for those of us that are weary of lawns to be mowed, mosquitoes, waves of heat mirroring from the pavement. 68


The welcoming sight of pumpkins ripened in over gown gardens, leaves turning the colors of crayons in the box of 64.


A breath of cool, fresh air, we have waited patiently.



4 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    I love the part about the crayons. Happy new season to you, beebee

  2. 4

    Ms Mond said,

    Just found your blog. You write so beautifully! 🙂

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