It was the wrong time of year for dandelion puffs, and yet there one was, floating on the breeze toward my bare feet. I had things to do, errands to run, plans to make on this, the first day of fall. But that could wait, for a few minutes anyway. For now nothing seemed more important than sitting on the front porch, biting into the crisp green of an early apple and watching that unexpected speck of new life float by. ~ My Life as a Novel
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 19:44:08 +0000