I know, I know. Autumn doesn’t start until the 22nd. It’s still ninety degrees where I live, but I can feel a change. The ceaseless seasonal breeze has returned, bandying leaves about in her dancing wake. I’m excited, but apprehensive; yet I know that summer will be back. When she arrives next year, this is the first thing I will do in wanton celebration.
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Step into a giant tub of cat litter seasoned with fresh mint?
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Thanks. It’s nice knowing I have cheaper options than flying to a tropical paradise.
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I hear ya … would love to get to the beach one more time before it’s too cold … maybe, but probably not.
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We will have snow here soon enough, so I need to make the best of our residual Indian Summer warmth. ♥
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We only had 1″ of snow last winter; I hope the trend continues this year. Not that we ever get very much snow, I just really hate it. A lot.
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;0)
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I love the toes-in-the-sand photo!
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Ha, thanks. It’s a pic from my honeymoon last year. Curling my toes in the sand was the first thing I did when we got there.
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