Saturday, November 24, 2007

I'm All Out of Pith

The pithiness, it is gone. It has been bludgeoned into silence by stuffing and potatoes and pearl onion casserole and pie. Tonight's post, therefore, is cribbed from Quinlan, age 11.

Yesterday, while driving through our very leafy town after errands:

"In fall, nature is like a painting!"

Thank you and goodnight.

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