Fall is my favorite season.
Except when winter finally gives way to spring and the little blades of grass poke up through the ground and blossoms dangle from tree branches.
And, of course, summer with its carefree days and lightning bug nights.
Don't even get me started on winter with its snowball fights, hot chocolate, warm fires and the joys of the Christmas season.
So, yes, fall is my favorite. Except for all the others. They're my favorites, too.
On a recent walk, I turned around to see if Scott and Grace were coming, saw these two peas in a pod and I just started laughing. All she needs is a Royals hat.