The Song of Fall

(Sung to the tune of that song from the Sound of Music...you know, the one where the children sing for the dinner guests)

There's a sad sort of cooling in the air that we breathe,
'cuz we know what is coming soon.
And geese they are flyin' to the south to be warm.
You'd better get in here by noon.
By noon.
By noon.
You'd better get in here by noon.

Love,
Tattered Rose
P.S. Lots of new, casual chic stuff in and more to come!