The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. ~ Psalm 16:6 nasb

Monday, December 1, 2014

Indian Summer

End of October.

I suppose this is what they mean by Indian summer--one last "warm" gasp of summer at the end of autumn.  It brought me outside to admire Jacob's maple tree with its brilliant colors.


Indian summer also brought out all the ladybugs, looking for a warm afternoon spot in the sun.  That spot ended up being our southwest-facing family room window screen.





Back to life,
Christine

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