It's November and, not to make the other Autumn months insecure, the season has finally rooted itself in. I find myself rewatching the same Romantic Period Dramas that I find seasonally appropriate and generally warm and fuzzy.
The South always seems to afford short Falls and the Christmas season will be upon us before we get comfortable where we are. In an attempt to grasp the season, my Momma, sisters, and I took a trip to our local produce stand in search of the best the season has to offer. Turns out the local pumpkin harvest has been slight, but we still managed to come away with more than enough... A collection of gourds crying out to be loved
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