Monat: Oktober 2014

This chestnut thing is getting out of hand

Something strange happened to me yesterday. I was out there, looking for chestnuts, like I usually do. I just love to quietly stroll beneath the old trees, dry leaves rustling, the warm air smelling of fall, and me looking for those little, shiny, auburn marbles. Some kind of autumnal imperative, something that just needs to […]

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