I love the promises of Fall. Hot soups, homemade breads, and cider...with a plain donut, of course. Wrapping up in a sweater, keeping piggies warm in wool socks and cuddling under a blanket while reading. Crisp evening walks and watching the cool air wake Oscar into a playful mood with a hint of steam from his nostrils. Whispers of what is to come fall upon us in the evening then disappear when the sun rises in the sky....teasing us just enough to get these images wondering in our heads.


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