Summer sheets washed and put away, flannel sheets and PJs out.
Toasty warm fire.
Cozy food.
And trouble.
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Times three.
Somehow after all this frost, the black eyed susans are still blooming. I have a vase full inside, holding onto the last of fall just a wee bit.
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