The patriotic season

Okay, fine. I’ve accepted it…. It’s fall.

I’ll admit it is pretty nice to see the maple leaves change to match the one on our flag, making fall the clear winner in the which-season-is-most-patriotic competition. (What, you’ve never heard of that competition?)  Throw in blue sky and just-above-freezing temperatures this morning, and it was the perfect time for a run. And now, it’s the perfect afternoon for some yardwork, but somehow that doesn’t hold quite the same appeal for me. Maybe later…. (Hey, if I wait long enough, the snow will arrive and hide my mess of a yard anyway, right?)

Hope you’re enjoying the weekend!

Peace….