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"
Monday, February 27, 2012
Honey with the Angels.
My Mom's cat, Honey, has gone to be with my Mother and sit on her lap.
They will be together again.
Mom will be waiting.
Thank you my son, Robbin and my little Beans for taking care of Honey until it was time for her to leave.