Saturday, October 3, 2009

Fall to your senses

An open window, the other night, let in the scent of fall. The lullaby breeze spoke the sound of fall. A walk outside, the next morning, defined the feel of fall against my face. The sticks and leaves played hopscotch and I saw it. It has, most certainly, arrived.

At the Noe Valley farmer's market, today, I got to taste it!

1 comment:

  1. you are my blessed jewel. what you make with all that sissy-pants?