Leaves on the tableLate fall. The trees are shedding their leaves, and when I’m in the backyard, it no longer feels as though I’m being held by the green hand of the forest. The warm afternoons of early autumn are over, and there is a decided nip in the air. Stubbornly, I bundle up in fleece and still have lunch on the patio whenever the weather allows.

But sunny or not, the time is soon coming when it will be too cold to eat lunch on the patio, and both the dog and I will miss it.

Until then, I’ll brush the leaves off the table, wear my fleece, and push it as long as I can. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to squeeze in another week or so.


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