Oh boy, oh boy. I think that thing they call fall is coming. There is something different about the way the air smells, the way it feels when it ruffles my very pretty hair. It’s cooler and sweeter, and well, it’s just plain old wonderful.
Mom has almost stopped complaining about how hot she always is, even has started wearing her hair down, instead of in a pony tail. So I think, maybe new experiences are going to happen, maybe longer walks, running through the fallen leaves, oh boy do I love that. Although I have to admit, the leaves, when they fall, and touch my butt, sometimes scares me…..
Oh well, here’s to cool sweet air, and people we love walking together,
Love you bunches, the fluffy haired.
Quigley
