Maybe it's the change in weather, but when Autumn roles around the world begins to feel as if it's moving through syrup, slow and sticky. But not a sweet syrup, like maple oozing down the sides of a hot stack of pancakes, more like motor oil. Get a taste of that and you can't help but grimace. That's how Autumn feels.Thank goodness for kitties. Several times each day I get to peek at the litter. They move with a wobbly walk, like people trying to stay steady on a trampoline. Yesterday, one looked at me for the first time.
Maybe that's how life is sometimes. No big blasts of joy, just glimpses of kittens on my way to the car.
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Autumn is my favorite time of year but I gotta agree with you, here in Arizona, it is less about crisp, cool air and crunchy leaves underfoot and more about "slow and sticky ..." So I do the fake-it -til -you -feel -it dance. I crank up the AC, and make chicken and dumpling soup, and maple pound cake, and fill bowls with Honeycrisp apples. I buy the Halloween edition of the Martha Stewart magazine and set up my minature Halloween town decoration, complete with trick-or-treaters. Yes, my friends mock me, especially about the minature Halloween town, but I am a Midwest girl at heart and autumnal cravings must be satisfied.
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