Dear Mother Nature...
I do believe it is the month of October...the month which I have longed for...you know the one where we gather pumpkins and gourds...take our sweaters out of storage and anticipate hayrides followed by a mug of hot mulled cider...it is not the month for lemonade...shorts and tee shirts.
October...the month were we don hiking boots and enjoy early morning walks...finding the trail now covered with a bed of newly fallen leaves...it is not the month for flip flops...
October... where vibrant hardy Mums fill greenhouses...
soon finding their way into yards everywhere...
October...is the month for bittersweet...and cornstalks...chestnuts and acorns...stacking fire wood...it is not the month for air conditioning and suntan lotion...
So...Mother Nature if you would please send the October that I have been longing for...Thank you...Julie of Dog Trot Farm...
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I do believe it is the month of October...the month which I have longed for...you know the one where we gather pumpkins and gourds...take our sweaters out of storage and anticipate hayrides followed by a mug of hot mulled cider...it is not the month for lemonade...shorts and tee shirts.
October...the month were we don hiking boots and enjoy early morning walks...finding the trail now covered with a bed of newly fallen leaves...it is not the month for flip flops...
October... where vibrant hardy Mums fill greenhouses...
soon finding their way into yards everywhere...
October...is the month for bittersweet...and cornstalks...chestnuts and acorns...stacking fire wood...it is not the month for air conditioning and suntan lotion...
So...Mother Nature if you would please send the October that I have been longing for...Thank you...Julie of Dog Trot Farm...