the truth about september
It is finally fall here and not a moment too soon. My August dreams are still in the pockets of my summer sweatshirts. I’ll pull them out next year and see if they are still of any use or if I should put them in the Goodwill bag. I have my cowboy boots right where I can see them. I will acquire some pumpkin bread. How I wished for fall. How grateful I am that it is here.