Up north the reds are gone, leaving the oranges, yellows, evergreens, and sticks behind, You can see things you haven’t seen for months — train tracks, a dilapidated barn, a quaint and elderly outhouse, endless fields.
Next up, part trois: stick season! My favorite.
Posted on October 28, 2015, in humor. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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