By Fidelity and Fortitude
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Fallen into Fall
Our temps have fallen. Today's high was 46 F, firmly in the autumnal range.
I refuse to think of the snow soon to fly.
I choose to think about pumpkins and sweaters and hot cider and smoke in the crisp, cool air.
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
– George Eliot
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