But it is actually fall.

Because although the nicest season of the year, it is a bit messy when the leaves start to fall and the grass is looking bleak. But the days are wonderful and sunny and Charlie Fox  is not yet ready for a coat. Not that I know if the coat will last. (Bully prefers the comfort of a chair.) And so on the doorstep of winter the color from the garden has gone and the changes to the trees are subtle. Nothing spectacular (yet). We are slowly getting ready.

Bully xxx

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