The October climate deserves a crown. For the last few weeks, any given day could have been a post card-with bragging rights. I watch the dawning of the day, on my drive to work. Light changes with hues of orange, lavender and pink and all shades in-between. Finally a golden light proclaims that a new day is born. In the evening an equally impressive, sunset paints the sky, so beautifully, it will stop you in your tracks-such is the way of October.
The rabbit patch is carpeted with a soft layer of leaves now, and I don’t mind that. The huge sycamore leaves do require attention more frequently as they are quite large and tend to curl upon drying. They cause you to wade through them and so I have been in the habit of building autumn fires, where the tomatoes used to grow. The oaks do not warrant such…
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I could almost smell the leaves on the ground. Love your posts!
My favorite season. Chilly enough here for a fire in the fireplace 😊
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