Wait … did you hear that whooshing sound? Oh, yeah, that was just autumn leaving Ohio. I have no idea what the hurry was, but the glorious fall season is gone.
Nothing left but memories and photos. And a thick blanket of leaves under yesterday’s snowfall. And under those leaves?
Well hidden land mines of the doggie kind.
In remembrance of this all too short season, I wrote y’all a Haiku.
Huh, says Euka. Nice one, Food Lady. You’re a poet and didn’t know it. Yeah, you might want to hang onto your day job for awhile.