Autumn. I love the word. I love it more because its one of the words my son says adorably. I love it slightly less than I used to on account of the gloomy, chilly evenings I'm experiencing, after a gloomy, rainy summer. Still, before I begin to absolutely loathe the word, here's a glimpse of why I still think it's semi- cool. 
The Greenhouse.
The Greenhouse.
Late Afternoon at the park
last of the green leaves
A final burst of defiance by the flowers before winter decides to show them who's Daddy
Henry Moore and Nature.
Pickwick finds his Kamal...
...in the Keechad!
nice pics. pickwick's gotten big no?
ReplyDeleteI was just about to say that!!! Some more photooos of Pickwick plizz..
ReplyDeleteLOCA: He just look big in the picture.. all those clothes mask the scrawny lil thing.
ReplyDeleteSmithy read above comment. as for photos- check mail ...
aya! pickwick looking big. waat he eats blossomes?
ReplyDeletehe be eating junk! *sob* ee really IS my son.
ReplyDeleteSwietne zdiecia...:)
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