| Fall Fall is a time of beauty, leaves turning vibrant hues. Colors of red, yellow and orange make even the sky a deeper blue. I enjoy walking the garden path breathing in cool air, leaves crunching underfoot, wind blowing through my hair. Fall is Mother Nature's last display before the winter season arrives, turning all the tree limbs bare under cold winter skies. |
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