Fall has fell

In hell, perhaps. Gaaaaaaaah!

This being a tourist town, another indicator of fall is the sudden vanishing of the tourists. They’ll come back in December, but we get a break until then. The same thing happens in the spring once they can’t ski anymore before the summer vacation season.

Our house is completely surrounded by trees. Ahhh, the smell of drying leaves.

Autumn people, it’s called Autumn.

Fall is when…oh! never mind

Fall fellin’ here in NC, too. One of my favorite indicators is when the bumble, mason, and orchard bees are sleeping on the last blooming flowers in the morning, camping out underneath the blooms. You can tickle and pet them, 'cause they’re too groggy then.

Simple pleasures for this simpleton.