The view from Pipsqueak's bedroom window.
A long and winding road.
A long and straight road.
Almost home.
The view from our deck.
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.
- Emily Dickinson, Nature XXVII, Autumn.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry Betts. You'll be in my thoughts and prayers these coming days.
Molly
I´m sorry about your uncle, but I did enjoy the pic´s. You live in a very beautiful area!
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