|Honeysuckle beside the front porch.|
Soon Jack Frost will whisper his icy breath across the meadow, turning everything a frosty golden hue. We will wake up to shimmering, frozen dew, pull on our sweaters, OR, we can stay in our flannel jammies and snuggle deeply under a comfy quilt!
Fall colors are so amazing! They change from day to day, becoming so brilliant - until the winds whirl them from our reach.
| A view form my porch.|