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Sunday, 18 October 2009
Season of mellow fruitfulness
England is a lovely place! I had forgotten the smells of autumn, the colours of deciduous leaves and the sounds of dried leaves underfoot. I watched my girls playing in dried leaves today; throwing them up and laughing as they fell all around them. Clad in warm jackets, scarves, hats and gloves; so different from Thailand, where I swear it was hotter when I left than the day I arrived. We bought pumpkins on the way home to carve into lanterns. I'm very glad to be back again in England.
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There is nothing like an English autumn. Nothing. For me it is the light (as captured in your picture) which tops the list.
I don't care about light. smells or colours. I like haloween because I get to eat most of the sweets from trick or treating. I hope you like this comment by Ian's daughter.
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