For whatever reason full 'super moons' always make me think of Fall. Fall is one of my favorite times of year. The nips of chilly air that toy with the nape of my neck like a lover - giving me that sweet taste of winter just around the corner along with the promise of changes. I used to love raking the leaves during the autumn when I lived in Michigan. Laced with the bittersweet knowledge that my garden was dying off leaving me with delicious offerings to be savored. I picked some purple opal basil last night from my little pot of herbs in the front of the house. The scent of that basil drifted on the wind and teased me.
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