Fallen leaves. Blue skies.
Not too warm but not too cool.
Vibrant colors.
Giggles.
Hayrides.
Must be fall.
Dear Diary,
I like fire hydrants. I can't help it. I also like light poles, tree trunks and dog poop. I'm a dog for crying out loud! Dogs like those things. I do not like to miss any of these smells. So if it means a fire hydrant on the left, then a tree on the right, then some fresh dog pee on the left again... then so be it. I don't know what jay walking is, I just know it annoys the folks and makes Mom The Nag blurt out her favorite quote, 'Gracie! What is your problem?' She says I'm going to cause her or dad to fall over me. Whatever. Gracie.
