When you were little. . . . did your mom insist that you walk in the crunchy leaves?
I was thinking it might be nice if you all meet me at the end of the driveway and we could do the annual crunchy leaf walk together.
I would tell you about how even when my beloved and I were dating. . .we would go for at least one drive up the mountain just to see and feel the beauty of the season.
Somethings are meant to remain the same year after year.
We are leaving this morning before breakfast. . .. and who knows when we'll be back.
I'm excited. . . and I'll giggle like a school girl. . . just like my mom used to do.
Have a wonderful day my friends. . .