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“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

- Stanley Horowitz

I went for a walk in the yard this afternoon. It seems lonely. Not for me I mean, I wasn’t lonely. The yard itself feels like it’s lonely. The leaves and flowers and birds that kept it company over the spring and through the summer have left for the next few months. Perhaps the coming snow will keep it company.