Lacy
New Member
It's the most wonderful time of the year and I don't just mean because the kids are back in school.
I love this time of year. The leaves are all changing colours, the air is cool and crisp and the plants are flowering. Each morning I walk outside and the fresh aroma of ripening flowers tantalizes my senses. On closer observation the sun dances of the glittening crystals of the flowers that are reaching for the sky. When touching these precious gems my fingers become sticky and gummy. Once again I am left with the beautiful scent from my favourite flowers
in full bloom. As I ponder how much longer the wait will be I hear whispers from some of the buds
"pick me" "pick me"..."no, no pick me"
CUT
Ok I'm not quite THAT delusional BUT this waiting is
I love this time of year. The leaves are all changing colours, the air is cool and crisp and the plants are flowering. Each morning I walk outside and the fresh aroma of ripening flowers tantalizes my senses. On closer observation the sun dances of the glittening crystals of the flowers that are reaching for the sky. When touching these precious gems my fingers become sticky and gummy. Once again I am left with the beautiful scent from my favourite flowers
in full bloom. As I ponder how much longer the wait will be I hear whispers from some of the buds
"pick me" "pick me"..."no, no pick me"
CUT
Ok I'm not quite THAT delusional BUT this waiting is