Tuesday, 7:30 AM. 31 degrees, the sky is clear, the sun not yet risen. The wind is calm and the channel slightly wrinkled. This is the coldest morning of the fall thus far.The baskets and pots still outside are on their own, except that I have a few geraniums to bring in, as well as the Amaryllis bulbs still under the front deck. The rain barrels have to be drained (hate to waste the water), the storms pulled down and the rugs on the back deck rolled up and put in the basement. A few mums need to be planted and the lawns mowed.
The sun is rising now, its rays washing the already golden maple trees in even richer hues. I am collecting and storing these images in my memory, as secure as Midas himself stored his treasure in his vaults.
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