The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. William C. Bryant
We wandered down to the ravine behind my house. This is the little creek-low at this time. It was a pretty day. It was very windy and chilly up in the pasture, but once we dropped down below the first bench, it was calm. I couldn't waste a good day, and we had a nice time wandering around in the leaves. At least there are no ticks out right now!
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