September 14, 2012

It must be Fall...



It must be fall...

Two morning in a row, there was frost on the ground.
The tree's summer greens are fading to a soft yellow.
The apples are starting to turn red.
It must be fall.

It must be fall.
The deer are visiting; just the mamas.
They're hunting for our apples, and anything else they can get their tongues on.
This little lady wasn't afraid of us at all.
It must be fall.




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