The air was crisp and cold when I let Bogie out this morning. He must have felt the chill of autumn because he didn’t linger in the yard the way he often does. He went about his business and rushed back inside. I was the one who stood on the porch and took in the beauty of this fall morning, thanking God for this beautiful day. I’ve started a new book–the next in the Rose Harbor Inn series–and Jo Marie’s story whirled around in my mind. I’m always happiest when I’m writing and am so very grateful I get to do what I love best.