Sad to the the fall season ending.
All tress except the two Bradford pears, one weeping cherry and two sunburst honey locusts have lost their leaves. The last two are in yellow-gold splendor and the Bradford pears haven't changed yet.
The twenty burning bushes are brilliant red and the mums are still blooming.
I have been raking up the pine needles on the east ans west pine islands for that pretty (and free) mulch.
The tall grasses have those wonderful flumes out.
I have not yet begun bringing in the outside furniture, but will do so soon. The Halloween decorations are up and we are one of only a few homes with lights for Halloween. We're all an orange aglow at night, and with the lighted pumpkins in the front windows and all my battery Halloween toys that I have to press the buttons whenever I walk by.
Sad to See the Season Ending. --RoadDog
SAT WHAT? "Sounds like a broken record."-- Sounds like a, sounds like a, sounds like a broken reciord, or perhaps those old wonderful skips.
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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