Crows calling in the day, rooster quickly after hens, The Weather Horse and his shadow Rev scrounging acorns from very wet grass, mist hanging on the asparagus and in the field creating faerie tents underfoot, sunlit leaves in their fiery finery sharply contrasted under fabulous blue, the promise of a glorious fall day and the haunting of summer, blissful and gentle.
Fall at its Best
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