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

 My boys: Pepi & Rufus:


The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather’d up gold, And now he is dying… Old age, begin sighing!






































































































































St. Hubert, pray for us!




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