If Fall was a place…

Fall hangsjust around the corner. I senseit in the breeze and especially in the shade when we walk Lucy and Annabelle. The leaves are beginning to change on the trees in Northwest Arkansas, and this makes me so-so-SOhappy.

If fall was a place, I’dlook forward to returning each year, excited to see familiar sights and inhalefamiliar smells. I’d sit on the back porch and drinkit in slowly with crushed ice and fresh lemon and mint from the garden.

If fall was adream, I’ll tumble into it every n...