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August 17, 2007

Dreaming of fall…

Filed under: Morning Musings — jackie @ 9:24 am

Good morning readers.

We had some much needed rain last night in the form of severe thunderstorms. Our area didn’t get it as badly as some of the areas to the northwest of us. I’m not a big fan of the dog days of summer as they herald the beginning of hurricane season here.

School starts for me next week and I have a bunch of things that need to get finished before then but I don’t seem to get much done lately. I find myself daydreaming about owning a little piece of property with a cabin in the Blue Ridge mountains after seeing this video.

And I am also dreaming of fall and longing for fall colors and cool air. I used to think that my favorite time of year was spring but as I get older I seem to look forward to fall more. 

Ah fall…*sigh* Fall is shades of browns and deep greens. Fall is leather boots and wool sweaters to keep the evening chill away. Fall is long walks in the woods, coffee out on the porch in the morning and frisky dogs. Fall is frost on the grass in the morning. Fall is squash and pumpkins and heavy breads. Fall is hot soup and chili and the promise of a warm cave to hibernate through the winter in. Fall is the end of putting by and the beginning of using up. Fall is le prélude à l’hiver. (the prelude to winter.)

A little bit of fall to get you dreaming…..

Fall colors in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Morning frost on the grass

I hope everyone has a wonderful day.

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