Summer’s Last Gasp

Summer’s Last Gasp

Fall for me is like a slow death. I really wish i could get into the spirit of it but, in the end, it’s really about everything dying.

Some days are exceptions. Like the “apple picking” which quickly devolved into drinking wine in an orchard. Summer had it’s last gasp that day and, I have to admit it was beautiful. Here’s to one more beautiful day this Saturday.



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