We said our goodbyes to the island cottage and drove North into the rural Alabama countryside.On the brink of autumn, we begin our journey from summer to fall.
The last of summer ebbs away.
We are back at the country house.....it is so spectacularly ramshackle!
I love the feel of the old wooden floors under bare feet.
Oh so peaceful and far away from the fast-lane world.
We're not in pursuit of perfection .....
It doesn't exist.
If it did we probably wouldn't like to live here.
I'm ready to curl up in one of the deep chairs with a good book,
or sit on the front porch or in the back courtyard with a glass of my favorite wine.
It's almost time to pull out the broken-in tweeds....
Soon we shall hear the cry of South-bound birds and realize that, once again,
summer has come and gone.
Blessings
Yaya
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