The leaves on the Japanese maple in my yard are a deep shade of red. Three locally grown pumpkins sit on my front porch. A bottle of wine sits in my refrigerator, chilled and ready for a Friday evening dinner. Life is good. But I keep thinking about what happened in Washington, D.C. yesterday. Perhaps you all are thinking about it, too.
Money Pit
Money Pit
Money Pit
The leaves on the Japanese maple in my yard are a deep shade of red. Three locally grown pumpkins sit on my front porch. A bottle of wine sits in my refrigerator, chilled and ready for a Friday evening dinner. Life is good. But I keep thinking about what happened in Washington, D.C. yesterday. Perhaps you all are thinking about it, too.