A Shawl for Fall
Our neighbors have sycamore trees. For some reason, sycamores start losing their leaves in August, but they never turn pretty. Just large, crunchy, brown leaves. Before the dog even barks to let us know a trespasser (someone just minding their own business walking down the sidewalk) is coming, we hear the crunch, crunch, crunch of… Continue reading A Shawl for Fall
