The End of Summer...

...is a sad and joyouse time all in one. I will miss the wram days of long sunshine and stories of everyones trips to see family, friends, and visits to exciting places. But I love the begining of fall. The changing colors. The harvest of fresh fall foods. The smell of pies and breads being baked. Taking cool early evening walks. I miss fall back east. Walking the woods of my Nan's farm. Coming in to hot tea or hor cider. And especially when there were tea cookies but most often fresh fruit. Some of my fondest memories are fall and winter days spent with my Nan and her family on the farm. So though summer has some good things going for it I will always be a lover of fall and winter.