A sudden pile of pretty-shaped leaves, as we stepped outside...
The cool, rough pattern of an old tree trunk (I love old trees)...
Mother Nature's last splash of red, still hanging on...
A stone marking the route of George Washington's march by night to a battle against the British in 1777...
{I love that almost 250 years later, an American and a Brit would stumble on this American-British war site, during a peaceful walk in the woods, hand-in-hand, in love.}
~ Wishing you a peaceful week ahead, full of sweet, little surprises! ~
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