or as I like to refer to it, crazy squirrel season. I will be so happy when I can go a day without trying to avoid a) a squirrel in crazy to bury as many nuts as he can mode, running in front of my car and then stopping b) one of his squirrel cousins that did that, and is no more. Anyhow, spring used to be my favorite season, but the last few years fall has been giving it a run for its money. I saw these photos over at la porte rouge and they pretty much sum up what I would consider the perfect fall day.
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