We had a lot of trees in Iowa but they were all oak. Right outside our current front door sits a row of maple trees with the most beautiful fall leaves. This has been such a treat.
Jonathan may look like he is winking, but while capturing the color of the leaves the dog refused to come home, he was awoken from his snooze in the big brown chair, and beckoned by his children to retrieve the runaway pup. His contacts were fuzzy and the need for sleep way too close to the surface. What a dad can't fix, even one eyed.
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Beautiful!
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