This weekend was the first day of Fall. Oh, it wasn't "officially," but this weekend was the first time it was cold enough to fire up the wood pellet stove and put on a couple of sweaters. It was the first time it was cold enough to drag out the giant, poofy down comforter for the bed, and the first time I felt that sense of energy, of new life for the year -- that sense that anything was possible. It was the first time we saw snow just outside of town. Yep, it's a new year, with new possibilities.
Now, let's GO GET 'EM!
