We await the fall colors with vague anticipation. Then with one windy rainstorm, they're gone, leaving bare gray tree branches and the promise of winter.
Some winters here where I live, there isn't even one snow storm to dress up the bare branches. Other winters there's enough snow to weigh the branches down to the breaking point. I wonder which it will be this year?
anny
Published on November 02, 2013 06:51