by: Priscilla Robinson
Autumn is such a magical time of the year. Leaves change and landscapes are transformed with flaming red, vibrant gold and jolly orange. It’s almost magical: pumpkins start to appear on porches and black cats, scarecrows, and goblins stand ready to greet passersby.
Yesterday, as I sat sipping my coffee, transfixed on the seasonal changes of the Portland skyline and surrounding hills, my iPhone awakened with a familiar ring. It was Henry, my three-year-old grandson in Seattle.