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.
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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.
I feel contented just reading this…Thanks! Sue…PS I bought “the heart book” & got it in the mail yesterday.