I know if I wait to get a better photo of this oak tree out by the chicken coop—one where a blue sky and the fall-colored mountain is in the background facing east, or the setting sun is behind our house in the west—that it will be too late.So before all those pretty leaves fall to the ground, I will have to live with these.
(Shout out to Barbara and Kimberley: hope you enjoyed the peach cobbler. I don't think there was enough for Jack.)
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