My Love For the Orange

It is coming.  Orange-ness is on its way.  As vividly as my mind can portray it (in sweltering Texas heat), Fall is approaching.  I smell it in the candles I am burning in my house.  Okay, yes.  Say nothing to me about this, but I am burning candles.  My recipe books of soups and stews have come off the shelf.  My calendar is marked and circled with coming events that involve pumpkins and festivals.  September is days away.  Tick tock!

I am a fool for Fall, so let the fool press on in her delusions.  It's time to clean out the backyard and trim up the bushes in front.  My kingdom for a lawn guy...oh wait!  I have one...no, two!  We have mowers that come weekly, but Tommy did some heavy cutting today.  Poor guy!  I think it did him in.  Well, what else does he have to do?

I read an article today that said pastors feel like they work all week to give birth on Sunday, only to find out they are pregnant again on Monday.  After living with one for many years, I would say, "Yep! That sums it up!"  He agreed.

Straight from hard labor to begin hard labor. (Wink.)