I don't know if there's anything in the world more beautiful than fall in Virginia.
I'll still take the midwest when it comes to hearth and home and a place to put roots. But there's something about the colors changing on all these old trees, and the mountains, and the sky, that make up something so lovely it almost hurts to look at it.
I've always felt fall to be a very reflective time and that's sort of what's going on around here. Nothing eventful, really, just spending a lot of time turning over the soil of our lives, putting things to rest in some areas, and preparing ourselves for new growth in others. It takes a lot of our time, but there isn't a whole lot to write about it afterward.
I'll still take the midwest when it comes to hearth and home and a place to put roots. But there's something about the colors changing on all these old trees, and the mountains, and the sky, that make up something so lovely it almost hurts to look at it.
I've always felt fall to be a very reflective time and that's sort of what's going on around here. Nothing eventful, really, just spending a lot of time turning over the soil of our lives, putting things to rest in some areas, and preparing ourselves for new growth in others. It takes a lot of our time, but there isn't a whole lot to write about it afterward.
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