Missing Lindsay today. I think it’s the Autumn leaves. Well i know it is really. Same every year.We met in the Autumn, fell in love in the Autumn and I carried her coffin through the falling leafs at the end.
“Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.”