oth leaves and droplets left a carpet of pungent once-green-foliage, fairly begging to be strolled through, tossed up in the air, or otherwise delighted in for this recent photo shoot. The crisp days of November are still gracing our days with glimpses of splendor. In the words of poet Tony Johnston...
Wind has shaken autumn down,
left it sprawling on the ground,
shawling all in gold below,
waiting -
for the hush
of snow.
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