Growing Up Wallace,Memories of the way we were- and anything else that crosses my mind.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Fall needs no introduction or special words.The leaves, the parks, and the feeling of joy tell the story. There is nothing like Fall in Wallace. I loved every moment of it. Now, instead of frolicking in the leaves I sit on a bench much like this one, and the colors tell the story in their own special words.