The wind sifts through the trees, harmonizing with the trill of a bird, not yet gone south. The nearby creek thunders through the woods with a mighty roar. October leaves dance, swaying from green to gold, dipping into amber and orange, blazing fire red against a scrap of blue sky that hovers just above the stately mountains. The sun warms the crisp air and I sigh contentedly from my perch on the porch rocker knowing that at last My October has arrived.
Thanks, Sue! It brings back fond memories of our trips to Fairhaven. Let me know what you think about the heart book – It hasn’t been as hard as I thought it would be.
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I feel contented just reading this…Thanks! Sue…PS I bought “the heart book” & got it in the mail yesterday.
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