The year has turned its circle,The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway~
Thanksgiving comes again! ~Old Rhyme
The family has been busy with so much homework and more. We still make time for beach fires and cool fall walks in the gold and red leaves. Wishing you all the best. Love ya