....it seems the older I get the more I miss fall in Maine. It's crazy, really. I start thinking about fresh crisp apples picked right off the tree. Visions of pumpkin bread, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin ANYTHING dancing in my head. Cool, crisp earthy-air.... warmer clothes and cold noses. And oh, how I miss the changing of the leaves. Fall in Maine is spectacular and man, am I homesick!
