http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.195/My kind of arthourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.195/634634Like the autumn leaf that loosens its grip and flutters away in the quickening wind, love's beguiling facets with the seasons change when love's not LOVE and its vows rescind. Here I am, and there you go again looking for something better to meet your need never satisfied for long no matter what...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.195/634503ALREADYhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.195/634198November Autumn I got there just in time today. Hulda was on her daily afternoon strut when she got into a bit of trouble. A little Vietnamese man who doesn't speak very clear English had stopped his car in the middle of the road and was chasing Hulda round and round his car. She would haughtily...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.195/634035Golden Autumn Days ~ Sons, when they were young and in love with scrabbling around in the woods, would haunt this pawpaw patch to pick pawpaws for their grandma (my MIL) who dearly loved them. She would make the boys baked pawpaw custard. It is getting harder and harder to find a pawpaw here...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TAPS.195/633887First Day of November Day 41 of Autumn Softly, softly, your love holds as the sweetgum leaf hanging on the tree even when the maples and the walnuts have undressed and sent their garments scampering in tiny bits and pieces of Autumn's silks and satins and chiffons. The beauty of your love is...