In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.
~ Writer Unknown to me~
All Photo are taken by Me
in a village called; Hattem and Heerde
Oh, it makes my throat choke up and I want to cry to see those beautiful trees and to see the simple stoops, what do you call them, houses? I'm also glad to know that you, sweet anna, took the pictures. A dreamy village for this calm day in fall.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI can't get to Remy's blog again. I hate it when that happens.
October was so much fun, now I must prepare for Thanksgiving. What are your traditions Anna? I look forward to hearing about them this month from your blog.
cindy@stitches
wat een prachtige omgeving, dat moet mooi zijn in ieder jaargetijde, en de prachtige kleur en dat huis, gewoon sprookjesachtig.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenGroetjes Irma