I don't know about you guys, but fall always makes me nostalgic. All the comforting golden hues and the heady aroma of crisp, ripe apples carried on a cooling breeze seem to herald like no other season that time is passing. Now it is just my husband, the dogs and me on autumn walks--no warm little hands clasp ours--no childish pleas of "swing" every third step. Yes sometimes, when the leaves dance and swirl between us, I can still hear the squeals of delight.... I'd like to think that all those giggles go on carried on the turning leaves of time. Original 4 x 6 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.


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