Brisk autumn winds bring
fall delights, along with more
than a dose of spite.
Apples and acorns,
persimmon and pine – a wreath
of fragrance enshrined.
Suddenly, a whiff.
Pumpkin spice unleashes its
kill with every sniff.
This series is intended to highlight the ridiculous antics of adulthood – a milestone we all wanted to reach as quickly as we could. Unfortunately, the reality of adulthood is not the endless cake and cookie feast we all believed it to be. It turns out, there are a lot of monthly bills and no one cooks you dinner!
Shank You Very Much 
Hahaha, I love it! I do not like pumpkin spice in everything, just in pie!
Thanks for the chuckle.
Love,
Martha
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I don’t even like the smell in pie. I think it’s safe to say the orange gourd is trying to murder me 😆
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