Nature 2, Rachel 0.
I keep going to concerts, painting, and baking bread, last week I got to sub for another ESL class (Level 1 this time), and not long ago I (accidentally) led my office nemesis (not at all a person I dislike, like DiMO, but rather a cherished and worthy foil) into disclosing that she held back-to-back pageant titles in the very small town where she grew up: Junior Miss, then Miss. That is so exactly what I wanted to hear about her; you have no idea.
I give credit for all those things to the weather. Dispute my conclusion if you dare.
The scrawny rosebushes in front of my house have decided that November is a fine time to put out new growth, and they are distractingly gorgeous in this late-afternoon light.
They're also - when you get right up in their faces for macro shots - some kind of strange alien creatures with pink neck spikes and other unsuspected features, but that's less important.
How is fall not the greatest thing that ever was?
I give credit for all those things to the weather. Dispute my conclusion if you dare.
The scrawny rosebushes in front of my house have decided that November is a fine time to put out new growth, and they are distractingly gorgeous in this late-afternoon light.
They're also - when you get right up in their faces for macro shots - some kind of strange alien creatures with pink neck spikes and other unsuspected features, but that's less important.
How is fall not the greatest thing that ever was?