Autumn. We don't get much of it in Florida. But, none the less, you can still feel it in the air.
There are small signs. The proliferation of monarch butterflies making their journey to their promised land. My river birch beside our front porch...the leaves are starting to dry and become golden. The squirrel party every afternoon as they gather acorns dropping from our oak tree in the front yard.
All signs of autumn.
|"The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Henry David Thoreau