“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree”
It was a bee-u-tiful weekend here in the Pacific Northwest.
The mornings were brisk, the days clear and lovely, and the evening sun was as golden as the freshly fallen leaves.
The shadows are getting longer, and the sun is sinking from view earlier and earlier.
It's time to pull on these socks and settle in for the chillier days ahead.