It’s finally beginning to feel like fall here. The leaves have just started changing, and there’s a chill in the air.
Fall used to be one of my least favorite seasons because it means that summer is officially over, winter is coming, and orange, my least favorite color, is as ubiquitous as, well, pumpkin-flavored-everything.
The For Sale by Owner sign caught my eye as my good friend and realtor, Wayne, drove down the street. He was telling a great story, but I wasn’t listening. I was looking in the side mirror, trying to see the house we had just passed.
We'd planned to check out another place in the cul-de-sac, but now that one didn’t interest me. I asked him to go back.
It was early—really early for a Saturday morning—when I left the hotel, jumped in my car with my laptop, and hopped onto Highway 280, a four-lane that runs through Birmingham.
I was heading to Morgan Creek Vineyards for a one-day bloggers’ event by Home Grown Bloggers.
Recently, I wrote about the beauty of hands, and it reminded me of a trip we took several years ago to Orcas Island, one of the San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington. We flew into Seattle and then took a ferry to the quiet island with quaint villages and great outdoor recreational opportunities.
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