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Off on an adventure… flying out of our Flathead Valley.
I went into town today and I was not disappointed…There were three huge piles of leaves at the curb along one block. A futile attempt to corral all that gold. It covers yards and walks and curbs…and still canopies the street. My favorite street in the fall…
October’s beauty at water’s edge…
“It is a dark fall day.
“It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.”
“I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Down on the point…watercolors. Swipe for perspective…
Yup…two days later it’s Sunflower Gold just as I remembered. No filter… It was such a beautiful day I should have packed up the porch…but it was such a beautiful day.
It happened overnight… I’ve been studying these leaves out the window when I rise early. Just before the sun breaks above the mountains I would swear I saw pale yellow tinting this Norway Maple. But the morning sun two hours later made me doubt what my bleary eyes had seen. The leaves were still green. This morning, pure gold! Tomorrow they’ll be sunflowers.

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