The air -- crisp and cool,
the colors -- dancing . . . laughing . . .
the smell of kettle corn curling around us
as we picked up some fresh farm eggs from Nicole's chickens, Basin City peaches for a future pie, delicate zucchini for some warm bread, and a trio of sweet knitted hats for the babes.
It was a page out of one of my favorite fall books: Let It Fall.
There we were: tasting, smelling, laughing . . . just like the sweet drawn family of five.
How could it get better?
But it did! Running into friends . . . taking time to chat . . . to wrestle (Blazer, not me), to share mini donuts dusted with powdered sugar . . . and warmth.
The bounty is plentiful . . .
the grace is abundant.
Let it fall.
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