Fall leaves continue to linger and my dogwood hasn’t yet finished its seasonal change.
The leaves that remain are all a lovely shade of rust. As we await the time change, mornings around here are inky dark. As the sun begins to peak over the horizon, it lights up the leaves of the dogwood, my happy morning greeting.
It’s been a lovely fall and I embrace the days warm enough for me to slip on flip flops and step outside, aware that colder days are on the horizon.