They blew all the leaves. . .
. . . in the courtyard. . .
. . .into a big pile in my front yard. . .
. . and raked them into bags. . .
. . and dumped them into the backyard.
Squirrel and Fountain.
Horse hears me whistle at him.
Horse in pasture . . .colorful trees.
Barn. .Weather vane shadow Blue Skies.
Blue Sky, Clouds and colorful trees.
Plane trail at the top. .colorful trees.
Janet
“Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves.”
Author Mason Cooley
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