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Golden silence of September....

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September 16, 2020

My girl Lorenza:

And I'm taking in, the Indian summer. And I'm soaking it up in my mind. And I'm pretending like it's paradise....

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It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.

December 03, 2020

My boy Vondracek: How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flew. How did it get so late so soon? Dr. Seuss

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

November 13, 2020

My boy Peppino: "I know the year is dying, Soon the summer will be dead. I can trace it in the flying Of the black crows overhead; I can hear it in the rustle Of the dead leaves as I pass, And the south wind's plaintive sighing Through the dry and withered grass. Ah, 'tis then I love to wander, Wander idly and alone, Listening to the solemn music Of sweet nature's undertone; Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter, Dreams my tongue cannot express, Dreams that match the autumn's sadness In their longing tenderness." - Mortimer Crane Brown, Autumn Dreams

The sweet calm sunshine of October...

October 23, 2020

My bloodhound family: Pearleen, Bertie and their daughter Lorenza "Colors burst in wild explosions Fiery, flaming shades of fall All in accord with my pounding heart Behold the autumn-weaver In bronze and yellow dying Colors unfold into dreams In hordes of a thousand and one The bleeding Unwearing their masks to the last notes of summer Their flutes and horns in nightly swarming Colors burst within Spare me those unending fires Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall.