The leaves have pretty much gone from the trees and the temperatures have cooled way down. Fallen leaves no longer rustle but instead cling to the ground in a blanket soggy from the misting rain and surrounding fog. Except for an occasional spraying by a passing motor vehicle, the air is still.
We have an abundance of nuts this year and its a race with the squirrels to see who gets them first. So far, we are ahead.
Come, gather up your cups, fill them with the hot tea, coffee, or chocolate and sit by the fire with us. Let us share our laughter this morning.
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