It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Wordless Wednesday: Droplets from Pinecrest



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2 comments:

Becky said...

Yes, everything gets a thick dusting of pine needles. Who needs snow?

Terry Busse said...

I see you are making good use of that new camera! Fun!
Terry