And while there is something heady and intoxicating about the first blush of spring, when the earth smell erupts first from newly uniced ground, the aromas and sights of fall warm the cockles of my heart like no other season.
The smells: wood smoke. Fresh, crisp apples. Trod-upon leaves. And the colours: non-hazy, crisp blue sky. Bejeweled trees. A dark, deep brown earth ready to lie fallow.
Bring it on!
I took this picture during last Thanksgiving at my sister's farm.
I took this picture during last Thanksgiving at my sister's farm.
Enjoy,
Vanessa
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