autumn rains


Good morning Monday. It was a long summer, wasn’t it.¬†As the rain gently pitter pats our tin roof, and cracks of thunder punctuate the seasonal sounds (and upset my dogs), my heart is warmed with thoughts of hunkering down for the cooler months ahead.

Ah, Autumn. You are here. Finally.


(And today, a very warm and loud happy birthday to my love.)