And here I thought that it couldn’t get any sweeter. but the Autumn of the year seems to have outdone itself… again. The understated browns, the yellows, the scarlets, the russets, even dare I say, the last of the lavenders are yet to tumble from the trees.

They’ll have to hurry. They do have a deadline, you know. It is commonly called “whenever”, the very last moment of the very last day when that very last leaf could possibly come to rest on the forest floor.

You might attempt to foretell when that moment will occur. I, in the meantime, am content to keep guessing. I live deep in the woods. How well do I know that your guess is as good as mine.


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