The approach of Autumn seems to bring out the nesting instinct in me. I busily begin to prepare my home and gardens for the long cold winter to come. Indoors, I gather as many books as I can, and stack them in the corner by my bed, happy only when the tower reaches my pillow-top. I savor the anticipation of a crisp cool day, snug under an afghan, steaming mug of tea in hand, opening the covers of a new book to begin the familiar journey to an undiscovered world within., Source type: Print(0)
