Gunnar shot the summer hut picture some weeks ago, while we were visiting relatives from Jaeren and Montana.
I fiddled it to ruby,by tossing and turning in photoshop.
I also once more give you my favorite autumn poem.
When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead,
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn lye in the gutter dead.
Remember then the summer birds with wings of fire flame,
Come to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
And as new life will come from death,
Love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure,
Gives in return a wondrous yearn for promise almost seen.
Live hand in hand and together we'll stand, On
the threshold of a dream.
Graham Edge The Dream lyrics
Originated by MaryT, check hers for today.