Waiting for the Other Shoe
I have seen lovely and sometimes dangerous photos of winter across the Internet as it visits various bloggers. Yet, our fall has been long and unusually mild. It reached 54 F just this afternoon. I collected kindling from the forest floor and watched blackbirds congregate at the side of the road for seed. It is a little like waiting for a favorite relative to leave.
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