Golden October

October is golden under clear, blue skies. Humans have yet to invent a word to adequately describe autumn’s beauty. It will soon be time to pick up the rake and gather in a harvest of a million leaves, to blanket the garden and give the earthworms and a zillion other soil creatures plenty to munch on through the winter months.

Takuma 拓真 isn’t sure what I see in the leaves. Dogs must find us as amusing as we find them.

Down in the valley, the blue skies seem to reach to infinity above the Chuckanuts. There aren’t that many who are so lucky to have such a beautiful trip to get to their post office. It won’t be long, three weeks maybe, before the blue skies are laced with white swans spending their winter here. Some winter days, they fly so low, I can almost touch them.

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