





I am soaking up Autumn, my first in the Mid-Atlantic in seven years. The seasonal orange vegetables and apples at Eastern Market, the scent of leaves working their way back into the ground, decomposing by moisture and sun; boats put up at Fletchers Cove signal the end of summer. I saw the paddle boats stacked at the tidal basin wistfully; I'd wanted to go out on one of those...maybe next year.
1 comment:
me too. Great pictures!
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