Fall is here. The air is cool and the trees are starting to turn that rich golden yellow that I would love to fill a canvas with. It’s my favorite time of year. Ironically, even if I didn’t know what month it was, my body, like clockwork,would let me know just fine. I get sick for the week before the official date of fall every year. My husband calls me a human barometer. I don’t mind, it’s a small price to pay for the splendid colors that bestows itself upon us every year.
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