The oaks have now turned to bronze, but color may be found on the river. The dogwood is red, purple and yellow. The cottonwoods and willow have also turned yellow. The water reflects the colors. Lovely.
On our walk, mollie and I walk through fallen leaves that crunch underfoot. And, I am reminded of walks to grandma's from school, and the thoughts that I use to have that if I just thought or visualized grandma's house well enough that I could magically be transported there.
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