Maybe I'm biased, but I think there's not a prettier place in the country than the Ohio Valley in the fall. Not meaning to sound sappy, but it's as if God painted all the trees and flowers in brilliant red, orange and yellow; instead of trees and flowers dying in the colder weather, to me it's as if they are just now coming alive. Our neighborhood is no exception. Mom, Dad, and our friend and neighbor Beverly have spent the last few days working in The Compound (aka Beverly's, Rosemary's and our yards) - raking leaves and mulching them in Dad's new chipper/shredder, planting mums, and decorating.
Here's some pictures taken the other day in The Compound. You can see firsthand the gorgeous colors of the trees and bushes. In the pictures of the fall scene, you can see the beautiful brown dead grass, due to no rain in over two months. And last but certainly not least, included for your viewing pleasure is a picture of our dear friend and Beverly's four-legged son, Rocky.
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A good friend was telling me how she laid across her husband's lap the other day and cried her heart out because she wanted "the leaves to go back on the trees". Goofy I know, but to her the falling leaves symbolize the impending dread of winter. So sad to think something so beautiful could depress someone, but we are all wired differently.
I couldn't agree with you more. The fall leaves seem to be alive. This time of year brings out the best in me. Love it!!!
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