Well guys, it’s finally that most magnificent time, when the days are just barely warm enough and the evenings are crisp; it’s the time of year when apple juice tastes its best, and pumpkins stand watch on doorsteps. It’s the season when summer breathes its last dying gasps into the festivities of the harvest.
Autumn is here.
This is probably the time of year when it is hardest for me to work on the comic. Unlike the hectic rush of Christmas, when working on the comic is more of a relief, but time is short, in Autumn, all I want to do is romp about in the woods, eat caramel apples, and soak in the scent of the dry cornfields. In spite of old injuries and long days at work, I feel rejuvenated in the twilight between summer and winter.
I hope you guys have all sorts of wonderful fall activities planned. I sure know that I do.
Autumn is here.
This is probably the time of year when it is hardest for me to work on the comic. Unlike the hectic rush of Christmas, when working on the comic is more of a relief, but time is short, in Autumn, all I want to do is romp about in the woods, eat caramel apples, and soak in the scent of the dry cornfields. In spite of old injuries and long days at work, I feel rejuvenated in the twilight between summer and winter.
I hope you guys have all sorts of wonderful fall activities planned. I sure know that I do.
