I'm supposed to blog every day, according to the friend who started me on this adventure.
Well, that's hard. When the cat is sitting in the sill of a fully open window (wish I hadn't lost my camera -- it would be a lovely, serene photo) and the leaves outside are beginning to turn, and the dogwoods look as if they were on fire with their blood-red berries and redding leaves and the silver maple has hit that tobacco-gold perfection... who wants to sit in front of a computer screen and come up with something to write about?
It's a glorious Indian Summer day, highs expected to approach 80. They are supposed to drop back to the 30s again in a day or two, bringing a lot more frost and chill... not many more glorious days like this to enjoy.
See y'all later!