Summer chores are done; and winter has not arrived. It's a time when we bask in the warmth of sunny days; and slip on a jacket against the chill of evening. When the whole world is painted in glorious colors, not just our gardens. The holly wears it's bright red berries, ready for winter decorating; and a few hardy flowers still bloom. Leaves crunch underfoot as we walk through woods now leafed in red, orange, and yellow; and in our gardens chrysanthamums are covered in blooms of every imaginable color.
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