On the horizon

I can hear the return of fall in the distance.

Cicadas are now serenading those who linger longer on their front porches at night.

I’m pretty sure I see it, too.

Right there on the faces of freckle faced children buzzing through brightly colored aisles of the drug store with their school supply lists.

I’m tasting it now in my first batch of homemade salsa after picking a bushel of ripe red tomatoes and green peppers from the garden.

And in the white and yellow corn kernels bathed in warm Land of Lakes butter, tasting sweeter than ever.

Did I feel a touch of fall this morning too, in that cool, crisp breeze brushing my shoulders while I walked the canine crew?

You betcha.

The pups and I refused to go back inside for breakfast.


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