Saturday October 27th was a magical day. Following our first heavy frost I picked the last rose of summer from the garden. My wife thought I had lost the plot when I presented her with it. I am not known for my romance.There followed a day of blue sky and falling leaves, browns yellows, off reds and crimson.
Birds took advantage of the day to remember the spring, and celebrated in song.
Finally, evening came with the days final gift.
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