Journal



#2,104 North Mississippi Leaves.

It’s only 3 hours north of Laurel, but every time we come to Ben’s parents’ farm I truly believe the seasons change a month before ours, like Canada or something. The foliage this afternoon in north Mississippi made me giddy. Not kidding. I had a Gilmore moment. The trees on their property are all hardwoods with spectacular golden and fiery red leaves in the fall—something I wish we had more of in the southern half of the state.

It was in the 80s, but I can live with that because it can’t last forever. Right??