Thank goodness for my dogs.
Otherwise I’d never leave my apartment, which means I’d never see that leaves are starting to turn colors and drop off of trees. That means Fall is coming, right? That’s what it used to mean, anyway. I’m not sure of anything anymore.
Fall always inspires and excites me, the colors, the crisp air, the insatiable amount of squirrels running around tormenting my sweet Fiona.