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OVERNIGHT, WINTER CREPT stealthily back into the area and left its stuff everywhere.










It wasn't much; I shouldn't be complaining, as the sun commenced to shining brightly and there was soon a lot of dripping going on. But last week, when I wasn't able to rhapsodize (alas), we had other seasons competing for winter's spot...and it was fine!

Seventy-three degrees fine!



That tee-shirt-wearing yard man was in
clean-up-branch-burning heaven!





(No logs to burn, though this is a bit of the backlog)
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