Goodbye, summer, I am going to miss you. From ice cream cones, to lounging by the pool, to open wide windows, you’ve always been good to me. You have it all, afternoon thunderstorms, green everywhere, shorts, cook outs, festivals, hammocks, summer reading, sun kissed skin, road trips, fireflies, flowers in bloom, warm mornings and long hot days. If I could wave a magical wand, my world would be an endless summer.
Wait, if summer never ended, I’d miss out on cool nights, cozy socks, and falling leaves.
As much as I love summer, I have to admit, there is just something about fall that that gets me energized for what’s to come. There is an air of excitement. An itching you get when August starts creeping to an end, nudging you into the fall. The kids heading back to school, sweaters and boots coming out, red and yellow leaves, hunting for the perfect pumpkin, Halloween, yams, apple cider, the harvest, crisp lazy evenings, tailgating, dinners by the fire, candles, cinnamon and cloves, caramel apples, and curling up under an afghan with a good book and a hot cup of coffee.
Nope I can’t wish away such a great time of year. I love them both too much to choose. *Sigh*
What about you? If you could cast a spell so that it was one season all year round, would you? What’s your favourite time of the year?
~Hugs~
Jo
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Blurb:
Never too late for love.
Three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old warlock Tikron must find his true love or forfeit his immortality. But if he hasn’t found his ideal mate in all these centuries, the prospects don’t look too bright.
That is, until he sees mathematician Richard Beaumont. It’s love at first sight and Tikron’s future just go a whole lot brighter.
Except Richard doesn’t believe in love at first sight. He doesn’t believe in love at all. He certainly doesn’t believe in magic. His life is ruled by statistics and logic, and they tell him a relationship with Tikron has only a 10 percent chance of success. That’s unacceptable—even if the attraction between them is off the charts.
With his powers waning and the clock ticking down, Tikron’s last hope is showing Richard the true meaning of magic.
SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can’t cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.
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