what do YOU call it?

We call it…

PRE-SNOW.

hugs n’ blessings to all those busily using rakes ahead of the shovels!

Falling Leaves

Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

Margaret Postgate Cole, November 1915

Broken Crayons

I started a new collection.

And I didn’t even intend to!

I like collections.

I have a few.

Collections have the potential of adding creative color to our sometimes

bland colored days!

I collect

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