Summer was a whirlwind.
Vacations were taken. Families were visited. The chicken coop was finished.
Whole30 was attempted and successfully completed. All in all, adventures were
had.
Above are images from
Pennsylvania, Michigan and my home-sweet-home,
Durham.
I am still not over how much
of a season Fall actually is in North Carolina. Realizing that the last
sentence sounds ridiculous to most, those from Oklahoma know that Fall happens
in between Summer and Winter when the green leaves are hit by an abrupt frost
and wake up on the ground the next morning.
Here in Durham, the
invigorating crisp, fall weather has arrived and the leaves are waiting to burst
into flames. As they do, I anxiously await with rake in hand.
