Autumn
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
I am enjoying the season...wearing my sweaters and cowboy boots again...loving the last of the flea markets in the cooler air...
...feeling joyful and playful and I hope you are too!
:) Laura
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