Here we are, past the middle of October, and ninety-nine percent of the leaves on the trees are still green. Not complaining, mind you.
Here we are, past the middle of October, and ninety-nine percent of my Christmas shopping is done. Not complaining, mind you.
Here we are, past the middle of October, and the sun is shining and the windows are open to a warm breeze. Not complaining, mind you.
Here we are, past the middle of October, and ninety-nine percent of the baseball season is over and the Cleveland Indians are still playing. Not complaining, mind you. I couldn't fit that forth verse into the same format as the three verses before it. Guess I'll complain about that.
I wish I could take credit for these photos. Alas, I wasn't even in the neighborhood. My sister, Ann, goes hiking with one of her co-workers, Jennifer, through the wilds of Summit County. Jen took these photos and graciously gave me permission to share them with all of you.