Of Autumn and Apples
The sky is the brightest blue, the grass is dry and prickly, the leaves are beginning to take on many hues. The mornings are cool but I shed layers as the day grows warm, retrieving them […]
The sky is the brightest blue, the grass is dry and prickly, the leaves are beginning to take on many hues. The mornings are cool but I shed layers as the day grows warm, retrieving them […]