A Wet Welcome to Fall

. Rain spills from the sky, sloshing down my windows, washing away last month’s accumulation of dust, and puddling on the abandoned patio table. Trees reflect on the water-slickened deck, while tiny droplets hover on the edge of the eaves, swelling until they suddenly drip into oblivion. Elsewhere leaves are watered off limbs and into

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I typed the title and went to save it, only to be reminded by Word that I’d already written something with the same name. It turns out I started off last year with a January blog entry called, “I Love Mondays”. Okay, so I’m repetitious.  But now I’m also thwarted. I have to find another