I like...

I like ...

crisp Autumn mornings with shocking blue skies and air that pinches your cheeks ~ like your favorite aunt  -- not the creepy one who smells like the fake perfume counter at the local Sav-on, but the one who smells like the apple pie she just lifted from the oven --

little granson kisses

when that grandson says "Gamma, hep me"

fresh coffee in the morning


to be continued

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