I don’t know about you, but this year’s autumn, as wonderful as the season was, seemed to pass as swiftly as the migrating nighthawks and then just vanished. I am left with nothing more than a memory of a warm, … Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but this year’s autumn, as wonderful as the season was, seemed to pass as swiftly as the migrating nighthawks and then just vanished. I am left with nothing more than a memory of a warm, … Continue reading