they are the first to fall
they will not be
I had hoped to post my September Changing Season’s gallery today. Unfortunately I’m not yet done with sorting through the pictures! These shots were taken earlier on in the month so I thought I’d share them and the little poem that I wrote when I took them. There are now many more conkers lying under the horse chestnut trees, but these were the first to fall.
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder