Guest post by my mother, Bobbie Ward As the sun tops the hill and crowns the fall painted trees in my back yard, I stand still in the rain of gold falling straight to the ground. Heavy with the frost of a sudden drop in temperature, the leaves come down like a continual gentle rain. On this one magical morning, the trees have released their glorious bounty. The leaves come down—not torn from the branches by a wind, or loosed […]
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