It was a cold, windy afternoon--didn't fell like fall at all. This morning I wrote in my journal, "Autumn is just a memory." It seems as if we went directly from summer to winter. I feel cheated out of autumn.
I walked around the back field and looked at the area where Lola was lost for an hour this summer: tangled, thorny-looking bush. Without its summer greenery, it looked small. If Lola had gotten in there this time of year, I would have been able to see her and wouldn't have been so worried. But of course, that's not what happened.
Today at least the sky was pretty. Bonus in the first pic: Lola butt.
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