The colors were still changing in early November. Today it was in the 60's! Hard to believe that it is Thanksgiving tomorrow. The air is so fresh when you step outside, the sun so bright. It reminds me of bacon frying in a pan. I think that bacon is the official state smell, judging from the fact that when you stop at the welcome center on the Kentucky/Tennessee border, bacon is the prevailing aroma in the air; either that or it is ham. This must be the tourism department's surreptitious method to get people to stay for awhile.
Happy Birthday little buddy. I love you.
Happy Birthday little buddy. I love you.
