My dog, my favorite chair, a quiet and beautiful spot for writing, and watching Shirley fish. Trees just beginning to turn, wild asters in full bloom along the stream bank, crunchy leaves covering the ground, magnificent trees towering overhead, dappled sunlight on the ground, and water splashing over rocks. We spent days and hours here. All of them good.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
No Better Place
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