Front Porch WIP can't really convey the breakfast recipe for the weather, but it certainly tries.
Got down to 49° last night. No wonder I slept so well.
My only visitor, besides a bi-plane that flew over head, was a Mourning Dove perched in one of the Twin Trees.
Not gonna say a word. Nope. Except to assure you it really is a Dove in the pic.
Autumn. It's coming.
Have a great end of season, Travelers. And may the season next be an awesome ride in your journey thru life.
