Disclaimer: I just made this day up. Because it’s October. And it’s the 13th. And thirteen is my favorite number. Also, the trees are at that point of turning beautifully colorful, but like not all of them, so there’s still that mix of green and red and gold and it looks like fall and Christmas and cinnamon and sugar and beautiful and I love it, the end.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Spread kindness and cheer, xo