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Charles and I decided to go to the Fort tonight to soak up the sunshine and relative warmth. After a lovely hike, I enjoyed a tire swing while my man went to get the car. Left alone for a few … Continue reading
Autumn is losing steam. Has anyone else noticed this? This morning was bitterly cold, and the afternoon hasn’t been much better. Now, I’ve always prided myself on appreciating all the seasons, not just the mild-mannered ones. But this morning really … Continue reading
Disclaimer 1: First of all, I must forewarn my beloved readers that I tend to personify the seasons (among other things). Spring is always a she to me. To the surprise of many, I usually think of Summer as a … Continue reading