Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

 My girl Carmen:


All things on earth point home in old October: sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to
field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.


No photos today...-It's raining all the time and  skies are so dark... The world is so sad and seems dirty...Dogs don't want to play in the garden...  remember better, sunny days, I remember June....





















































































































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