Friday, September 28, 2012


Pennsylvania Hills on the Verge of Fall
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A short trip to visit my Mom.  On my way from the airport I spy a lovely sunset over a park.  Go back in the morning, sit on the dewy grass with my smallest paint box, and spend time looking at the trees with just a hint of fall color in them.  They are oak and maple and sycamore, and many other species.  Beside me is an unmowed field, chockfull of yarrow and goldenrod and hundreds of other robust meadow plants.  For a moment, I miss the shear exuberance of species in these Pennsylvania hills.

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