I can see this lovely vine from my kitchen window at Doright Manor. Let’s call this one, “A Vine Line.”
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I can see this lovely vine from my kitchen window at Doright Manor. Let’s call this one, “A Vine Line.”
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Is it always that color?
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No, but it’s autumn here, so these leaves changed. We live in Florida, so we don’t have many deciduous trees and the ones we do don’t really change to pretty colors. So this stands out.
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So this one makes up for all the ones that don’t go pretty!
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It does!
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I guess it’s autumn where you are, too!
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