Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
Hortense King Flexner
Leaves blow around, there is a chill in the air. Perfect night for sitting in front of the fire and sharing spooky tales with my nephews.
The best ghost stories are the scariest when there is a grain of truth woven in. Those are the stories that people will listen to . . . hanging on your every word. 
There is enough mystery in life to keep us guessing.What is real? What is made up? The stories that keep me wondering are my favorite ones to think about.
I love roasted marshmallows!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a blissful evening.
Thank you for your kind comments.
I feel exactly the same way and hope we will see each other again. Seems we could have talked for days :)
Jeanette.