Autumn Scents
Every tree has changed her dress to a swirl of oranges, browns and reds. The cat is sniffing the scents in the kitchen. The dog is tearing up my stuffed scarecrow on the porch. It is a cool crisp day. I am thinking about making apple crisp for lunch. A pile of gourds and maize have completed my porch display that matches the dress of the trees. There is no season like autumn.
pumpkin seasoning
spectacularly sweet scent
scarecrows and maize
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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