Apparently, Dick Cheney and I have something in common: calling a game before it's really over.
No sooner did I condemn fall to history than it sprouted again. Red and gold and delightful all anew [and click, click, click went my shutter]. So, here you go. The REAL last throes of autumn. Which I will conjure for your enjoyment also because it seems to wind the clock back a bit. Something we could all probably use right about now.
[Uff. My December to-do list gets bigger every time I think about it.]
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