It’s been a brutal summer and it isn’t even half over. Let’s pretend we’re at a country farm autumn festival. Is the Schnepf Farms event in Queen Creek, AZ that Julie and I and our buddies to go to every year.
Wax paper leaves. The theme song from Halloween. Night of the Living Dead.
Hot baths. Sweaters. Thick socks. Fuzzy slippers. Chimney smoke.
Chili and corn bread. Crunchy leaves. Long shadows. Short days.
Hot apple cider. Sweet pumpkin. Bonfires. Full moons.