I’m pretending you are here, with your cozy sweaters, Friday night football games, and thermos bottles full of hot chocolate. I miss you most of all.

If I close my eyes real tight I can imagine the drive down 46, from Bloomington to Brown County.  The leaves are just starting to dress for the season and the sun is a soft golden yellow.  With every twist and turn, I am reminded that the Artist is always at work.

So, even though it was in the 90’s today,  I’m scattering fake leaves, putting out dishes of candy corn, and easing my pain with Salted Carmel Mochas.  They are only slightly better than thermos warm Swiss Miss. Ok, they are A LOT better.

But, still, I’m missing you. I may even buy some boots to wear with my shorts.  I hear that is in style these days.  On second thought, that may not be the best idea.

Sigh….wish you were here.