Fall, not spring, always sparks in me the idea of renewal. I think as farmer kid the harvest always seemed like the end of a cycle and the start of something new, not spring. Spring is in the middle of everything.
Anyway, if anyone still has us linked and occasionaly looks in on us... we are still here in Texas. This summer I was in Mexico, Carol was in California, and we all went to Montana and all points in between. In short, we happily spent the summer away from Texas. Now, of course, we are back in Texas... where fall doesn't seem to mark the end of the hot weather.
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It still freaks me out that the sun is lower and days are shorter, so it looks like fall, but it doesn't feel like fall! Someone needs to tell Texas (and Florida, for that matter) that we're all a little tired of sweating every time we even look outside.
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