Tonight she, Autumn, arrives. I love the first day of Autumn so much. It holds so many sounds and smells and memories of years gone by and the current one as well. My house smells of pumpkins and apples and drying lavender. Autumn arrives tonight at 10:29 E.S.T. I am hosting a campfire at that time for anyone who wants to meander by. Please bring a story, a poem, a song, or we can just sit in silence letting the air and the fire do the storytelling. All who arrive will be handed a warm mug of mulled cider fresh from our local orchard. If you can't make it to my campfire, please have one of your own. Raise your glass high... to Autumn.