1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="T4Ufb3OrgV"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/season-of-change-2/">Season of Change</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/season-of-change-2/embed/#?secret=T4Ufb3OrgV" width="600" height="338" title="“Season of Change” — PoohsDen" data-secret="T4Ufb3OrgV" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> I am a summer person. It seems odd to many people (including my other half) how I can love summers. I live in a city that boasts of 100% humidity most days in summer and temperatures sky-high. But I love it. I enjoy the warm rush of hot air that hits me the minute I step out of my office, I love the slight breeze that brings a respite, I love the sprinklers working overtime to keep the gardens fresh, I love the rare summer rains and thunderstorms, I love the crisp cottons I get to wear, I love the smell of BBQ in the air, the smell of fresh cut grass on a summer day….I could just go on and on. It somehow is me. I relate to summer than any other season. October is here and with it comes in the chill in the air. Houston is still warm but the mornings are cool – a little too cool for me. I cannot complain about it as the whole of Houston seems to be rejoicing and enjoying the cooler days. I complain and I rant about the missing the dog days of summer and people who know me […]