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Fabulous picture. What joy!
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Love it. ♥️
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Love one another!
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Ahhh. Peace.
Just what we needed.
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Love this picture! And your words! Can I share this on FB?
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Of course, Joy. Glad you like it.
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Thanks Mitch! Have a great day!
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You too!
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Ahmen.
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Yes – I like God’s version of October better.
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You just took me from all worry and sat me gently in my comfort zone. a huge thank you. btw, Every month has its treasure but October suits me best. If Thanksgiving were celebrated in October, I ‘d be satisfied to skip over the rest of the year. now, i feel a poem…Something like, “forever in October’. Thanks again!
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I look forward to reading it, Sarah!
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Here in the north (🇨🇦), we do get to celebrate Thanksgiving In October! It was glorious, believe me!
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AAAHhhhh ….! Thanks you! How refreshing! 🙂
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Oops … I guess “thanks you” is “thank you” more than once. 😉
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I’ll just consider it, “(Annie) thanks you.” ;>)
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October is BEST. My daughter’s birthday is in October. ❤❤❤
The leaves are still green here in New Mexico. But they should start changing before the end of the month.
Mitch, it says here in my WordPress reader that you now have exactly 10,000 followers. All those lovely zeroes! Congratulations!!
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Thanks, Linda. Happy birthday to your daughter–and Happy October!
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Hey Linda, my Arizona sister and I missed our annual “sisterly adventure” in her motor home this year, but we are trying to get together for a “make-up” trip. She wants to go to New Mexico this time. If you are interested (and not afraid) to meet us, I would love to meet you. After reading each other’s blogs I feel like I know you already. If you’d like to see about the possibility of getting together sometime in the near or distant future, you can email me at bascha3870@yahoo.com.
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I would love to meet you, too! I will send you an email from my Lady Quixote email address. ❤❤
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Beautiful picture in a particularly beautiful year for God’s paint brush to gladden our hearts. It seems like we’re all so happy to see the glory that we share our own pictures on Facebook! ❤❤🙏🙏🇨🇦
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Yep!
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I just clicked out of my WP read feed and went to your home page, where it says you have 11,333 people that follow you by email. Wow!! You rock!!
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That’s the total number of followers (email followers included).
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What a perfect perspective, and then we have that! Such a beautiful picture! Thank you! Loved your share!
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My pleasure, Lisa.
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A very good reminder, thank you!!
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A Fall scene brilliant of color…
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October has long been my favorite month of the year. I can totally identify with L.M. Montgomery!
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Beautiful picture, easy to forget how stunning Autumn is, thanks for the reminder
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Mitch, your post sums up today’s world perfectly. Thank you 🙏
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My pleasure, Chief. Have a blessed Sunday.
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I love that quote by L.M. Montgomery. I completely agree with her.
Thanks for sharing this much-needed perspective.
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*October*
Bright sun and cool air;
azure skies and pumpkin pies.
Leaves fall in glory.
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What a wonderful post. Loved it.
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Amen! Autumn is my favorite season.
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Lovely ☺️
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Lovely scenery
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Thank you for reminding us the world is still a beautiful place.
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