Honey baby,
I can’t wait to see you again.
I’m so excited to be embraced in hooded sweatshirts, long-sleeve cardigans, and have scarves wrapped around my neck. I want to wear socks to bed and be kept warm by a stack of quilts that have been given to me in love.
I want to sit in an adirondack chair and sip coffee in your crisp mornings. I want to open the windows of my house and not close them until there is a chill throughout the rooms. I will simmer stove-top potpourri and make orange pomander balls.
I long to watch the leaves change and bake any and everything with pumpkin and cinnamon apples. I want to invite friends over to carve pumpkins, play with other red, orange, and yellow crafty-goodness, and eat soup that has simmered on the stove for hours. Oh, and the squash. How could I forget the squash?
I’ve missed you so much and can’t wait to be reunited. The days will be sweet and wonderful and lovely in so many ways. You’re my favorite.
Love,
your schmoopsie
there's no place like gnome. 
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