DEAR MOM

                                                   
                                                      HI, MOM...

THE MARSHES ARE GOLDEN NOW; THE TREES HAVE ROUGED THEIR LEAVES FOR US;
AND 
WINTER'S FIRST BREATH CAME LAST NIGHT......
and
          "....I MISS YOU MOST OF ALL, MY DARLING,
                WHEN AUTUMN LEAVES BEGIN TO FALL...."

p.s.  still working on your Poms......
Hugs & xx's Ta belle chouette, Julie