The vaguely green-fingered thoughts of a rambling rose.

It is most definitely Autumn

Come said the leaves to the wind one day,

Come o'er the meadows and we will play.

Put on your dresses scarlet and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold.

George Eliot 

Two of the bird boxes that are really just for decoration were given a lick of paint, along with the front and one side of the bottom shed.

I'm really rather pleased with the result.

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