The
summer of 2011 has officially succumbed to the vagaries of the
calender. Fall/autumn is here. Autumn appeals to my poetic side; fall
is probably more accurate. The dogwood has started to turn. The red
maple is beginning to live up to its name. The fall is coming. The
wild area is immersed in yellows, whites, and purples--gorgeous. The
re-blooming iris have been invigorated by cooler temperatures along with
the snapdragons and alyssum. I love the change of seasons. God gets
out His paint brush and redoes the scenery again!
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