|Fall at my front door|
I love the brisk smell of drying leaves. Hearing the crackle of a bonfire. Seeing the mountains form an expansive patchwork quilt of reds, oranges and yellows.
My boots and sweaters beg to be worn. Soups, stews and chili entice savoring. The couch lures with a throw and a good book.
This time of year makes my senses come alive. I am a romantic hopelessly in love with the world around me. Autumn brings a magical romance to every aspect of life.