That Time Of Year Again

After 147 continuous months of Summer, it's finally nice enough in the mornings to open the windows again. I have missed the fresh air blowing around the house. There's just something about that brewing coffee smell with the sounds of birds singing.

One response to “That Time Of Year Again”

  1. martymankins says:

    Fall is more bearable in Phoenix. I've been there in the summer and you go from one air conditioned location to another.