There was a soft pitter pat of leaves falling gently to the ground. I tried catching some in transit but gave up and took a photo of the ones on the ground instead.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
So pretty even after death. I hope you don't have to rake them up.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! The textures are amazing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great shot of fall-turned-winter.
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