some things which i love:
cast-iron fences. pumpkin patches. bare feet. hammocks. sunlight through shifting leaves. apple cider. naps. clever freckled boys. the smell of cat fur. silent snow. lamp-posts. under-the-sea. wishing on stars. driving with the windows down (at night or in day). early mornings. late nights. mist. greek olives. rain on the leaves. summer-camp bunk beds. apple butter. southern summer quilted beds. berry patches. the word "spiraling." raking leaves. bicentennial buildings. cobblestone streets. letters. apple orchards. scraped knees from climbing trees. braids. gentlemen in pinstripes. cellos. overcast beaches on cool days. blustery mornings. breakfast tea. touching. talking about books. feeling at ease. cat paws. birdsong. snapshots. dreaming.
by the way,
this town is so beautiful. be especially sure to look at harmar village. this is where i am hoping to be this autumn. we will see, we will see.