October

Home, beckoning me back every fall. This place was made for autumn.

Just when I think that where I'm at now is finally starting to feel like where I belong, the leaves begin to change and I am reminded that part of me will always the town I grew up in.  Somehow it will always be home too.

A few days ago Megan and I spent an afternoon sitting on the grass, making leaf crowns for the girls. They made us laugh, and the fun was in the making, not the wearing.

"Autumn is the years 

last,

loveliest  

smile."  

-William Cullen Bryant