I know so many people believe that spring is the season of romance. Flowers blooming, hummingbirds providing a constant soundtrack. To me, though, I find fall to be the peak of all nature's romance. I love the way the crisp weather inspires soup-cooking and cuddling on the couch. In the Smith household, fall begins a season of movie nights and many pots of risotto. I love fall walks with the tapestry of colorful leaves paving your path. Fall has a comfortable, dependable, nestled-in kind of romance.
Sitting out on my deck enjoying this gorgeous day is making me feel a bit twitterpated, if you can't tell.
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