A Fall Love Story

pumpkin

The Crisp Air

Crinkling leaves falling off trees.

The smoky smell of a burning fire.

Food. Family. Friends

Childhood memories come back to visit again.

Laughter & sugar-highs; you can feel the joy rise.

Pumpkins

In my house.

On my porch.

Cooked, & in my drink with cinnamon, of course!

Life’s a Miracle. Celebrate Change. Fall in love!

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