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, April 1, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: The last goodby.

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4 comments:

Roslyn Atwood said...

I didn't know about Moke, so sorry. Bringing in a new friend does put a little plug in the large hole these friends leave when they depart always too soon.
Hugs

Laura ~Peach~ said...

hugsssssss

Marjorie (Molly) Smith said...

such a beautiful picture and a loving memory of a good friend.
Molly

Reddirt Woman said...

Tears running down my cheeks...

eyelids over flowing

there is no comfort

except time.

{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}

Helen