Ode to Fall

When the weather outside is frightful, I remember the not-too-far-past Fall and the fun we had. It all went by too quickly- but isn't that how it always goes? We take for granted the beauty as we anticipate the next- whatever. So, although I am still dreaming of a White Christmas- I'll honor you, Fall.

The Colors.
The Tastes.
The Smells.
The Magic.













Thanks again Fall. I'll dream of you the whole year long.