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Sunday, 08 November 2009

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Ever since moving to Arizona that's probably the thing I miss most... All of the fall colors and beautiful landscaping.

Who or what are Yes and ELP? (Only joking, m'lud!)

Lovely colours here! I love those shades of gold and red. They are one of the good aspects of the autumn season. Watching these shades is really heart-warming when the cold is strinking and the days are becoming shorter.
The point is that we readers of the blog can enjoy the nice colours of the leaves whereas the bad aspects (cleaning the garden) is upon you alone - poor you.
Seconding Dark Puss, I too think that there is nothing wrong with self-indulgence, especially if you did all the hard work dealing with the leaves and garden work.

There is an album of the same name as your post title by "2-Kinzokuebisu" released in 2004. Reviews suggest that if you loved Yes and ELP you'd like it.

What's wrong with some self-indulgence? Autumn colours have been wonderful in the UK this year and I have been collecting and drying leaves for a photographic project whose results, if successful, you will be able to see before the end of the year.

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  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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