Devouring warm Swedish apple pie just out of the oven...
Walking through the deserted tenting area of the campground...
Admiring the changing leaves...
Feeling wistful now that the flowers are dying...
Waiting for the bittersweet to open...
Delighting in these long, pink weeds....
Riding my bike to the beach....
And noticing dune grasses turning yellow...
Exploring different beach access lanes now that all the tourists are gone...
Walking on the deserted sand...
Returning home and curling up with a good book...
These things say fall to me.
What says fall to you?
2 comments:
Beautiful post as usual. The dandelion with pink bokeh is so sweet. Fall here means you can wear something in between a bikini and an eskimos suit. It lasts about 17 minutes. ;)
Autumn~I miss the smell of the wood burning stoves...the football games on Sat. afternoon that I cheered at...the crunch of the leaves under my feet....the colors everywhere...especially Mt. Forist...the anticipation of winter and skiing....
Gorgeous pictures BTW.
A.
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