Showing posts with label Day Three Hundred Twelve. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Day Three Hundred Twelve

November Means ... Raking Leaves


The Day - totally gorgeous and strangely warm

The Rake - big and sturdy, gave me blisters 'cause I did not wear gloves


The Pile - grew into small mountains along the way


The Blower - a great tool ... actually, the leaf blower was Neil


The Future - ah, the next door neighbor's beautiful Maple is always the last to turn and ...

... that's why they call it "Fall"