Cheney, Mike's yellow lab pup, and I just got back from a walk on this beautiful October day! The leaves on the cottonwood trees down along Squaw Creek are a patchwork of gold and green. The sky is a brilliant blue with only a wisp of cloud here and there. In places the sagebrush matches the sky. The desert weeds have lost their green and taken on a buckskin color. There is not the breath of a breeze. Only the quail talk in the rose bushes along the ditch. Granite Peak watches all that tarry beneath her skirts!
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