The leaves turn to their rusty colors quick this season. Fall slid her foot in the door before she has even left her calling card.
~Working on a thought and decided to search for loose threads to pick up and sow into the hem I'm making. Heh. I remembered once, somewhere I wrote about Autumn's grace and came acrossed these. I suppose I'm sharing again with the reader because I miss them. Also, here is something to chew on until I get this hem finished. :)