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Final Gasp

October, you are the final burst of life, before winter’s sad and lonely gloom, paints the trees and meadows white, and locks us inside its frozen tomb…

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/12/2023 12:42:00 PM

Brr…feeling the cold!

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 10/12/2023 4:41:00 PM

Bring it on. I'm up for the challenge.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/11/2023 7:48:00 PM

Bittersweet, these sunny, pleasant October days. For we know what await us --- NOVEMBURRRRRR.

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 10/12/2023 10:04:00 AM

Even this weekend, the high today is supposed to be 81 and Saturday is supposed to be 59. Novemburrrr is rolling in quickly.

The Situation

Date: 10/11/2023 7:04:00 PM

So truthfully said, unless you live in Phoenix

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 10/12/2023 10:02:00 AM

Thats true. I know when I lived in Montana, it was that one month of summer that flashed before winter set in.

Mark Hughes

Date: 10/11/2023 2:30:00 PM

Nicely done Jerry!! I take it you don't live in Florida?

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 10/11/2023 3:02:00 PM

No, that is way too much sun for my bald spot. I'm just a good old boy, Missouri Ozark Hillbilly.

Jan Allison

Date: 10/11/2023 2:22:00 PM

fabulous description of the transition from autumn to winter and the final line is just brilliant!:-) hugs jan xx

Jerry Brotherton
Date: 10/11/2023 2:45:00 PM

Thanks, Jan. Sometimes, I think the bears have it right. Eat all Autumn and sleep all winter. Sounds pretty good to me.