If you read yesterday’s ramblings, you know I was moved by an equine visitor, who passed by our home as we worked on fall chores. It is one of many pleasures that pass our way .
While watching the leaves tumble and twirl to my idle delight, I noticed this lone sycamore leaf clinging to a barren Rose of Sharon. It reminded me of O’Henry’s short story, The Last Leaf, first read in high school. I pulled it up on this wonderful tool we have called the internet and read it anew this morning. Have you read it? You should.
The Last Leaf
Love the photos and of course your way of describing what you see and hear around you.
Hey, Bev. Good to see your comment! Thank you for your kind words.
Wow, Penny! I’m very impressed. I’ve always known you have a gift for words. What a wonderful way to give yourself an opportunity “to speak.”
Everyone of your entries gave me a warm fuzzy feeling on this deary day.
I wish I had been the horseback rider you viewed. I so miss riding. I keep telling myself I will start again, but doubt it.
Your photo is lovely!!
Hi, Donna. Thanks for looking and for your encouraging words. Go for it! Get back in the saddle and go for a ride. I’ll even come and take pictures and blog about it.