The Last Colors, Enhanced

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”
- Emily Bronte.


We're headed to a blipmeet and a partial reunion also with two of our Irish Rover pals. You can see us at the restaurant in Hingham Square, not the greatest photo in the dark, but the company was wonderful and the food was delicious.


For the Record,
This day came in very cold, with a good skiff of ice on the stone birdbaths, the heated one is plugged in and keeping the water wqarm for bird sipping and bathing.


All hands begging for peace