me by. On my returm home, we at last had some rain decorating
the few remaining red leaves on my Crepe Myrtle.
All that is left now is the Leprechaun gold of Quince and Poplar.
Yet even now, with winter but a few days away, a herald of the
bounty of next summer is at hand, the Loquat tree unstintingly
puts forth its fragrant blossoms for December's delicious crop
of golden fruit.
The heavy fruit of Ruby Grapefruit swell for spring ripening
and the goslings, having grown in size yet not in wisdom,
still run an flap to the safety of the ducks with whom they grew
up in the foxproof pen.
In days of yore, I had a pair of geese who would drive strangers
from our yard and woe betide the unwary postman!
How times have changed! With the rain our surroundings have
greened up and the denizens of the fowlyard now forage in the
garden and farmyard with the dogs (fingers crossed) keeping
the foxes at bay.
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