All the leaves are brown....

And the sky is gray.... This song came to mind this morning, as I was letting Joe out.  It was dreary and wet and not at all inviting, but in some ways, it was inviting.  I love fall, and all that comes with it.  I have always felt this way.  Something about accomplishing another year, and looking forward to just relaxing a bit.  I  want to make plans to go apple picking and I am looking forward to the sheep and wool festival.  Almost time to start making apple delights like crisp and pie...