I love fall. But don’t tell spring. I feel that every season has its own value and unique character but fall and spring are my babies. When I’m in the midst of fall, I say I love fall the most. In the middle of the muddy, rainy spring, I’ll say spring is my favorite. I guess you could say I’m a fair-weather fan. (har har) I’ve been loving the weather recently. The chance to wear my long-sleeved cardigans. To sleep with heavy quilts weighing down upon me. The crispness of the air.
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| The black-eyed susan in need of dead-heading (which, really, is a terrible verb in every sense of the word). |
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| Autumn sedum doing its fall transformation. |
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| The corn nearing harvest and the wood, stacked and prepared to warm the house for winters ahead. |
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there's no place like gnome. 
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