Friday, September 6, 2013

249. A spot of yellow

A bunch of leaves have fallen from the crepe myrtles and the man busied himself this evening blowing off the roof.  Leaves were swirling about and the dog barked and barked at the swarm of debris falling to the ground.  While the weather  may scream "dog days of summer"; the leaves are a lovely reminder that fall is really on the way.

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