
From Where I Sit: Seasons Change… it’s inevitable
Crimson and golden leaves are falling with abandon; the green lawn is a fall patchwork quilt. My fireplace is stacked with wood to burn. I’m checking out hot dish recipes to warm our chilled bodies at this evening’s supper. The mesmerizing scent of burning leaves fills the air. I’m reminded of bonfires at Homecoming time back in high school. Cinnamon candles flicker sending scents that tempt my tummy to think about baking spice cakes and pumpkin bread. No more key lime or rhu