The backyard has officially turned brown. Summer feels like forever ago. I sit in our sun room and watch finches fly in to pick at the remaining seed heads. Squirrels root through the leaf litter (that’s probably providing homes for various sleeping insects). It’s going to look this way for the next few months. While I appreciate every season, I miss th…
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