"The hazy, cloudless skies of Indian Summer.
Leaves scurrying down the street before the wind.
The cold shiver from an arctic blast.
Indian Summer.
The last warmth of the sun.
Chilly mornings and glorious warm afternoons.
The Harvest Moon.
The Hunter's Moon.
The Rainy Season.
Dry corn stalks clattering in the wind.
The touch of frost on grass and window pane.
The smell of burning leaves."
~~Keith C. Heidorn
We may be the last town where you find leaves burning in the fall...
~Nancy ~ 302/365
~Nancy ~ 302/365