You let me wear hats and scarves and pretty things.
You have perfect bonfire weather.
My birthday + most of my friends' birthdays = a prolonged celebration.
(Isn't this cake adorable?)
You mean it's time to get cozy.
Your apples are delicious.
And your leaves are beautiful.
You make hot cocoa spooky.
And give me an excuse to drink nothing but apple cider.
Your colors are so pretty.
You give me reason to dress up like something else.
XOXO, Ashley
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I was once told that autumn is about 8 months of the year in France. Who wants to move to France now more than ever? This kid.
ReplyDeleteHi emily! I just figured out how to look at my comments, I literally thought I had none! Pathetic, I know. Anyway, thank you for all the lovely comments :)
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