[hand written in tight, loopy cursive]
"Dear B & K,
Once again I'm grateful for you, My Family, and then for the awe-inspiring Beauty -- just outside my Patio Door. The ground is slowly being covered as dark red, bronze and gold leaves drift down. Many different kinds of leaves finished for this year.
Golden brown Pin Oak, Red, crinkle edged Crepe Myrtle flutter down, their smooth white trunks and branches left bare. Liquidamber trees with their "maple-shaped" leaves falling to the ground like so many stars - stem upward - red and gold.
They crush under foot.
Fall berries orange-red; left over rosey roses and Camellias; clumps of sharp green lily leaves awaiting spring.
Dark green pines and cedars above the roof tops making a fine backdrop.
A single tall Tulip tree covered with little smooth balls like an early Christmas tree.
A lone dove - or two - search the seed scattered on the patio floor.
All of this is to be seen; to be enjoyed --
Outside my Patio Door
I'm Thankful to be here!
At our Home this year!
Love, Grandma L.
Happy Thanksgiving"
[Grandma rocks, what can I say]
Enjoy the love of relatives,
Bp
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3 comments:
wow she is poetic
Beautiful.
That was amazing. :|
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