LAST DAY OF SUMMER

Friday was beautiful…75 degrees F.       On Saturday the cold and snow came in!   The photos may serve as reminders of the Summer of 2016.   (as of November 18-19, 2016)

 

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Glorious Red Maple, w/evergreen

 

 

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Long view

 

 

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Assortment of Leaves at My Place

 

 

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Felix and Mawkin talkin’ about the weather

 

 

 

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Last of the Daisies

 

 

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A blue-eyed Daisy.

 

 

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Eastern Path into the Tree Garden

 

 

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Rock in the Leaves 

 

 

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Center Path

 

 

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Heading North-East

 

 

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Clown Shadow 

 

 

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Center Fork

 

 

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Bittersweet House

 

 

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Mid Garden Maple

 

 

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Shadowy Intrigue

 

 

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Ring-a-thing, with Shadow

 

 

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Twirly

 

 

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Rock of Ages 

 

 

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Survivors!

 

 

 

 

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Close-up  Surprise

 

 

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Chair in Shadows

 

 

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Late-bloomers Peek Out

 

 

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Not only late, but protected by the chair because the plants grew among the maze-stones.

 

 

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Here We Are!

 

27 thoughts on “LAST DAY OF SUMMER

    1. “Nope…the north wind doth blow and we shall have snow, and what shall the robin do then, poor thing?” actually the snow blew in almost faster than I could grab my hanging plants from the deck yesterday.

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      1. snow is a relative thing, can be just a drifting (as when I tried to take a cross-country skiing course years ago) or humungous drifts! Once as a child I was sick and not allowed to go outside in the big drifts…which my brother managed to wreck. Poor little forlorn girl inside looking out.

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      2. warm gloves and down vest this morning…car in the garage (which is noteworthy!) having some of the family for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I am cooking…which is also noteworthy lol (I have a plague that reads: (the Queen doesn’t cook.”)

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      1. Oh my gosh that is an old kitty. My Fluffy lived to be 17, but she was cranky her whole life, poor little thing. I agree: cats are often better communicators. And who doesn’t appreciate soft fur and a gentle purr?

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      2. Tinkerbell was always cranky too…she did not like kittens, never had any of her own. Tolerates (or not) other cats. She does like dogs though, once stayed mad at me for days when a dog went home that I was dog-sitting.

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      3. Oh how funny. Cats are a constant source of entertainment, aren’t they? We took care of six at one point: two neighborhood cats that preferred spending time here, a couple of strays we adopted and two “official” cats. We’re down to two now, having lost our Slinky just a few months ago.

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