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BROWNS AND TANS (AND A HORSE): A FEW PICS OF WINTER IN THE VINES 2018

In the summer, the landscape is a symphony of greens. Every shade imaginable. In winter, browns and tans preside. Here are just a few pictures taken on my walk this morning to illustrate the point. And yes, I do bring apples with me for the horses and the donkeys and the Shetland ponies.

Is that the guy with the apples?
You're the guy with the apples. right?
OK. So where's the apple?
Not trimmed yet.
Work to do.
Work done...for now...
It's been warm enough, with enough rain, so there's green between the vines.

But mostly, brown and tan...
A reminder of the greens...
And in the fall, I can almost remember the look of the trees in the autumn in my erstwhile northeast USofA home.


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