Tamarack
The trees I miss most from our acreage are the tamarack. Their golden needles in the fall are a sight to behold. I just realized today that this bluff of trees in a park I walk in nearly every day, is a group of tamarack. They are gorgeous.
An Unmade Bed
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
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