It is still September so I have a chance to redeem myself before the month is over- could it be I have let the whole month pass without a blog. Here on the pond the fall is all quiet beauty, uninterrupted by any human activity, except perhaps for reverent eyes.
In the field the fall spins its gold in the wild grass most particularly where every passing day brings change- the light so soft and low.
Dazzling- is it any wonder I have not been too much inside unless by necessity…
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