Beef stew made earlier and set into the crock pot to simmer all afternoon, a leaf blower swooshed across the stone-paved patio to remove the daily accumulation of falling leaves, a fire started to ward off the approaching chill that enabled us to remain barefooted and in our summer clothes a bit longer, but only until grabbing a sweater became quite necessary as darkness fell.
Saturday, September 9, 2017
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