Autumn is on her own schedule. She seems to pay no mind to temperatures, to incoming storms; she just pulls out her paints and brushes, and in her own time gently strokes the trees with gold, oranges, crimson and amber. Here, just 2 days later, is the same tree that appears in my last post.
WHOA! That was fast! We had the same thing happen with our big “We love it because it hides us from the mean neighbors behind us” fir tree. Don’t drop, needles! Don’t drop!
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You should see it today – it’s Velveeta yellow!
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