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Sunday mornings are usually quiet in our neck of the woods so I walked along the road.
Flowers are scarce this time of year.
The trees are just starting to change color.
Fences are tightened and gates are locked to settle deer hunting boundaries.
Clouds rise and thicken.
The polk salad berries are ripe. Don't eat them!


Flowers are scarce this time of year.


The trees are just starting to change color.



Fences are tightened and gates are locked to settle deer hunting boundaries.


Clouds rise and thicken.

The polk salad berries are ripe. Don't eat them!
