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Honeysuckle beside the front porch.
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I love the scent of honeysuckle and the delicate yellow and white petals.
Soon Jack Frost will whisper his icy breath across the meadow, turning everything a frosty golden hue. We will wake up to shimmering, frozen dew, pull on our sweaters,
OR, we can stay in our flannel jammies and snuggle deeply under a comfy quilt!
Fall colors are so amazing! They change from day to day, becoming so brilliant - until the winds whirl them from our reach.
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A view form my porch.
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It's only the last day of September. I have been into crocheting afghans and bedskirts for the house.
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| White crochet bed skirt in progress. |
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| Crocheting in the great outdoors! |
