My heart whispers words which my tongue cannot translate …

Autumn; that time of year when each scent is a memory …

Published in: on October 20, 2014 at 11:54 am  Comments (2)  

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  1. I was just thinking this morning of the smell of wet leaves as I walked to school in the fall in the Foot Hills of the Sacramento Valley and Napa Valley, nothing like it! Here are green leaves that do not fall very much and has a smell of Redwoods. that is good also !
    Had a good rain last n night .’

    • Seems like each different scent brings back an old memory.
      We’ve not had many days lately without rain.
      Thanks, Sandy.

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