I've been enjoying the small red maple leaves that blow into our yard from a neighbor's tree. Some are still speckled yellow, while others are already turning brown. I found myself with a small clutch of them in my hand, trying to press & dry them. A few have found their way onto very small art pieces.
I believe one of those art pieces will incorporate this haiku about them.
In the air, red leaves.
Impermanent gifts, wind-brought.
Brief gems of autumn.
HOMEMADE (LOW-SATURATED FAT) VEGAN "BACUN GREASE" - Why am I writing about making vegan "bacun grease" when I advocate eating pretty low-fat? Well, I do try to use as little fat as I can, but I'm not a t...
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