“Come little leaves,” said the wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For summer is past and the days grow cold.”
George Cooper
“Come little leaves,” said the wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For summer is past and the days grow cold.”
George Cooper
I am an ex New Yorker who still misses the vibrancy of the city. I seek out the humor in every day life and relay it through my stories in the hope others will appreciate as well. I love to write about growing up with my fantastically unique Irish mother whose memory inspires me every day. Although she is no longer with us, her antics are an endless staple for my tales. I currently live in Connecticut with my husband, two sons and toy fox terrier Anabel. View more posts
So beautiful!
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Wow!
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Gorgeous!
I love the second image of the sun shining through the leaves.
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Absolutely gorgeous!
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An exolosion of colour. I miss Autumn. Here in Lims there are no golden brown leaves.
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Lovely post.
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Thank you Sandy!
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