Clara's Corner: Vibrant Color.....

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Vibrant Color.....

The trees are pulsing with color this season.

This is what I see when I look out my back door. Next week Bill and I plan to make a trip across the mountain just to look at God's handiwork.

2 comments:

Moobear said...: Those are beautiful pictures clara. I bet the mountains are really pretty bout now. I hope you and Bill have a nice, safe ride through the mountains. That would be so relaxing, I could like that so much! Take care my good friend!

God Bless!; 10:39 AM
Marci said...: Clara, those are beautiful. I would love to go across the mountains with you. I love it there in the autumn. Have a great time. Some day, I am coming to visit you. Maybe I will make it in the fall and we can go together!!!; 1:24 PM

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