Labor Day weekend found us at an Oktoberfest in the mountains and let's just say the promise of thick fall beers and crisp air made me not really that sad that this marks the end of summer.
And so we say goodbye to a pear in the afternoon to cool off, a Scotch whisky for Corey while he grills me amazing foods, flowers to beat the band, and the other million easy breezy little moments that make up a summer.
Next time you see me there may be pumpkins.
It is a good thing that autumn is so spectacular as summer is such a hard season to let go.
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Hmm, Mrs. H you know how I feel about winter--I guess we've finally met a point on which we can't agree ; )
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