My daughter wishes that she were still swimming in the community’s pool. My son would like to lounge around in the air-conditioning watching Phineas and Ferb. But I’m ready for fall. The oranges, the reds, the yellows. The smell of warm apple crisp with just the right amount of cinnamon. The dried cornstalks, hay bails, football games, and cider. And did I mention the warm apple crisp? Bring it on…
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