I’m ready for a change of season. As much as I love the sun and the summer days, I’m ready for 50’s and 60’s and sweatshirts and blankets.
I’m ready to make hotdishes and soups and hot tea and cider.
I’m tired of my summer flowers. So much so, I quit watering them, much to the dismay of the other members of my family. I’m ready for something different – mums and pumpkins and scarecrows.
It’s time to part with the old and bring in something new!
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