Yesterday after work I was driving out through the countryside on the way to pick up Forrest from his Grands and I couldn’t help but enjoy the fall leaves. Everything is finally bursting into beautiful color. And the air smelled of woodsmoke and apples.
My favorite season is Spring but Fall is next. I have a very soft, squishy part for fall leaves and usually end up collecting and pressing at least a few each year. Then I find them in a book somewhere, sigh at the memory, and put them back outside where they belong.
But until then I’ll enjoy holding this glory in my hand and look forward to colder temps and a warm, cozy fire in the woodstove soon. I bet Forrest will love to watch the dancing flames.
Have a great weekend everyone!