We interrupt our regularly scheduled program with this breaking news bulletin.
Hey, look at this. Skeeter over at Dead Dog has started up a caption contest and guess who won last week. Yeah, that's right, moi. The dufus has still got it. So here's the pic and my beguiling caption:
Red, did you park your truck in that tree? Son of a birch!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
The weather was unseasonably warm for October. The sun set around 6:30 but the daylight hours were quite enjoyable. So thought Richard, as he set out for his daily walk in the woods. He marvelled at the turning leaves which exhibited an explosion of colour more significant with each passing day.
But Richard knew the turning leaves would soon start to fall. And the trees would soon be bare with no leaves at all. And then the snow would fly and fall from the trees as the leaves had before it.
Richard couldn't help but think of the sudden change to come as a seizure of sorts. And he wasn't looking forward to it. After all, who would welcome a seizure, he thought, as he rolled uncontrollably among the leaves.