Lo, dear friends, the time has finally come! Its sound is unmistakable in the scrape of dried magnolia leaves tumbling along the asphalt. Its scent is heralded by wafts of pumpkin spiced beverages and those impractical but delightful cinnamon brooms in the grocery checkout aisles.
I'm happy to hear you are taking a breather and enjoying all that life has to offer. Thank you for the sweet tribute to Larry Jack. I sure do miss him. Love to you and Mark!
Oh, how you take me back to the South! I loved those lazy, breezy days when it wasn't sticky outside. But, then you reminded me of the gnats that would get in my eyes. Still, it is a gorgeous time of the year!
I'm happy to hear you are taking a breather and enjoying all that life has to offer. Thank you for the sweet tribute to Larry Jack. I sure do miss him. Love to you and Mark!
Oh, how you take me back to the South! I loved those lazy, breezy days when it wasn't sticky outside. But, then you reminded me of the gnats that would get in my eyes. Still, it is a gorgeous time of the year!