Muted Palette
At the end of the street, a maple is blazing. And on Monday's drive through the mountains, hillsides were studies in russet and gold.
On the whole, though, it's been a muted palette this autumn. Or maybe my vision is clouded this year.
It's difficult sometimes to know where the interior weather ends and the exterior weather begins.
On the whole, though, it's been a muted palette this autumn. Or maybe my vision is clouded this year.
It's difficult sometimes to know where the interior weather ends and the exterior weather begins.
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