Wednesday, November 24, 2010

back door visitors

I opened our back door this afternoon and to my surprise, our little porch was covered with leaves. Covered. This sort of thing doesn't happen in Cypress, Texas or South Louisiana or the other places I have spent most of my falls.  Leaves crunch under my feet when I leave in the morning for work and blow up on the porch to greet me every afternoon, little friends just dropping by for a season.

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