By Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
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We had rain most of Friday, though it stopped long enough in the afternoon to take a long walk and enjoy the neighborhood leaves. I did a bunch of computer work in the morning, and in the afternoon I went to the post office in Holden to mail a couple of packages. Tonight's Guardians-Rays game was postponed due to rain.
That meant we could binge a whole bunch of episodes of The Diplomat, which is maybe less believable than previous seasons but still so, so enjoyable -- great actors with great chemistry and snappy dialogue; beautiful mansions, gardens and government buildings; it feels like sort of a dark inverse of The West Wing. Delayed from yesterday, here are photos of the fall color and birds that I took in Elm Park:
