Peering out the window at breakfast this morning I observed that the mercury was sitting at a chilly twenty-nine degrees. Thus, as I type, the fireplace is crackling and filled with a cheery treasure of glowing coals. I love this weather. Fall time is sweet as cider.
1 comment:
Wow!!
Glad to see you're still using that French minor...
That is some serious Time On Your Hands right there. Not that it isn't impressive...
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