I don't know if you can call it Indian Summer, but it was one of the Texas fall days that can only be described as perfect. Clear...70 degrees...a slight breeze...squirrels chattering as they hunt acorns...a woodpecker slowly tapping as he searches for bark beetles near the top of the dead post oak. It was a good day to sit on the patio with a cup of tea and a book, so after chopping leaves and sweet potato vines with the mower, and taking care of a few other chores, that's what I did.
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