And where is fall, may I ask?


Snapped beneath cloudy, breezy skies at Robinette’s.


I’m bummed. It’s been raining for days. The sun peeks in once in a while and then burrows behind the clouds again. The leaves are just beginning to change colors, but the ones that have fallen from the trees are lying in soggy disarray on the grass.

Fall is my favorite season. And I feel like it’s avoiding me. I need crunchy leaves. I need vivid bright blue skies. I need trips to the pumpkin patch. I need time to put my garden to bed and tidy up the yard.