Posted by: The Malt House | October 14, 2010

The Autumn Ball

Summer rolls into Autumn, the air thickens and the morning mist lingers.  Dewy spider web tiaras bedeck the hedgerow gallery, glistening in the palid daylight.  A far away pheasant call briefly interrupts the muffled birdsong chorus. Leaves change into their finest brown and bronze and gold gowns then fall to join the dance.


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