My recent trip to NJ took me through the still colorful leafiness of North and South Carolina and I was appropriately awed. But when I arrived at my DD's home, stepped out of my car into her knee deep drifts of leaves piled at the curb and smelled the earthy perfume of a south Jersey fall, I felt so home. Not "at home" but home. The entire time I spent in NJ, I breathed deeply and saved the memory of the scent to bring back to Florida with me.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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