There is still color, red, orange, and lots of brown.
It's a time to start nesting, nature's way of slowing down.....
The gourds and pumpkins are on display.
Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
I know I'm not alone when I say I truly enjoyed Dave's writings, his " tell it like it is "style had me hooked. Not to mention the man was simply hilarious.
Dave I hope you are planning on returning, at least give us a "shout" so we know it was all part of the master plan.
I have a feeling you've returned to the hundred acre woods.......
They have their own room, it sits in silence. No more laughter, or dress-up games.
The grandchildren are grown, their interests are now friends, music and cars. I miss their laughter.
~ We've had bad luck with children; they've all grown up ~ Christopher Morley