Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened, caramelized sun flickered through the canopy.   A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering  underfoot, mirroring the trees above.   Autumn offers a feast for the senses, glazed in saccharine…

  Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened, caramelized sun flickered through the canopy.   A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering  underfoot, mirroring the trees above.   Autumn offers a feast for the senses, glazed in saccharine…

Despite the government shut down, the blog continues. Anyway, I’m totally digging this weather.  This week, according to current weather reports, will remain consistently autumnal with the threat of our first frost occurring over the weekend.  I am buzzing with excitement over the reassurance that Summer has withered and died…