Autumn took one look at me, stuck knee-deep in the writer’s block bog, and pursed her lips. Then she decided to forego the usual Victorian niceties and announce her own arrival.
All I have to add is: Judy Garland movies. A nappy brown sheepskin draped across the couch. Parsnips stewed, mashed, or roasted. That evening air laced with the scent of wet crushed leaves, rising up from the street into my lungs as I race home after midnight — it’s so lovely I lean over the handlebars and sing.
I’m glad she’s here.
Lord, how I wish I could write like you! Every post a work of art…
I love how the wet ground reflected the person. Nicely captured of the wet weather.
You’ve brought a smile to my face =)
These are each so delicately lovely. You’ve inspired me to get outside in the rain and go sit in a window somewhere instead of hiding my face here in my room in the dark.
Your words are refreshing. Glad I came here and am happy to spend a lot of time looking at your older posts.
And I’m so glad you stopped by! :)