I was walking with baby Kathleen this afternoon and came across the first fall colors scattered along the road. I paused for a moment thinking about Nana (Anne) Janton and how when I was younger we would send her leaves so that she would not miss the fall colors in the East. I will always remember her and her poems when fall comes around. The crunching leaves and the beautiful colors as they move in the fall breezes. I used to write poems and wanted to write one this afternoon to share later when Kathleen is older, to tell her about her great grandmother who loved fall so much, but I can’t seem to find the words. I hope that everyone has a beautiful fall whether you are able to watch the colors change and the leaves fall or not.