Crazy-busy though it is, fall is, bar none, my favorite season. Love the weather, love the colors, love the harvest, love it all. Love, love, love.
This past Saturday morning, I looked out the window and saw this.
I went out in my pajamas and commenced to taking pictures. My husband didn't even question this. I don't know what that means. Maybe he's used to it. Maybe after 13 years, nothing surprises him. Maybe he would've been more surprised if, after seeing such a…