The glasses are dark, your lips get chapped, there is sweat in the crotch of your jeans but you toss your head back and worship the hot, golden sun and endless blue sky.
Have I mentioned that I love lazy Sundays in bed? I do. This morning I got up, let the dogs out, made some coffee, let the dogs back in, grabbed my mug and headed back to the bedroom. Taylor was like… ”You’re going back to bed????” and before I could even say anything, he was
“The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. ” ~Oliver Wendell Holmes Fall is coming. Can you smell it? I almost can. It sneaks
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on