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Our neighbors have a tiny oak tree in their lawn extension. This year it's about a yard tall. It goes through a phase each year when its leaves are brilliantly colored.
He sniffs while I dawdle with the camera.
I read while he dawdles, sniffing.
A beautiful, if chilly, day.
Dum de dum de dum. Moseying along.
Another itty bitty maple leaf.
I think there's a squirrel on our block that takes the end twigs off branches, the better to get at the seeds on those twigs. This is one of the resulting broken-off twigs with a bunch of leaves. On our fence. (Now, the only question is -- "Why do golf tees come here to die?")
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