Fall, that is.
For the past three mornings I've walked out to my car, taken a big whiff, and been thrown back down memory lane. It's in the air--it's in the leaves--it's in the musty, deliciousness of the trees that are getting ready to turn orange and maroon.
.For the past three mornings I've walked out to my car, taken a big whiff, and been thrown back down memory lane. It's in the air--it's in the leaves--it's in the musty, deliciousness of the trees that are getting ready to turn orange and maroon.
It reminds me of...
new school years
walking down the driveway to catch the bus
drinking Mom's Russian Tea in the morning
cross country season...
the winding down of summer loves...
last-minute trips to the lake...
fuzzy horses...
treks across the Drillfield...
scarves...
layered outfits
budding romances...
Mill Mountain Blend...
tailgates tailgates tailgates...
Block and Bridle pledges...
...and so much more. As much as I loveloveLOVE the summer, there's something about the cool crispness of Virginia falls that really gets your ticker ticking.
It just goes to show that the good ole Old Dominion=truly the best state ever.
Thankyouthankyou for four sweet seasons!
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