Autumn's Song

The season's are passing so quickly, it seems that the winter snows have hardly melted before the blazing heat of summer is upon us. Fall seems to dance in the air, with it's frolic of leaves and the heady fragrance of the season's last flowers. That gathering Jeron suggested this week seems to be a better idea with each passing day. I'd better get to work on a guest list, and work out the menu with Naton. Perhaps the children would enjoy their own small party in the play room, a sleep over with lots of fun and games. I am a fortunate woman indeed, my Companion loves me beyond any doubt, and our children grow strong of body and mind.