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Originally posted by IIC View PostStrange, some areas have all the color I expected while others are half green...Imagine I am a week or two early for the best fall foliage...Doug(IIC)
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Originally posted by Tatnic View PostDoug..you're not in foliage country. Too many oaks, norway maples and sycamores. YOu need to go further north/west to see some color. You're not too far from Live Free or Die New Hampsha.Hide not your talents.
They for use were made.
What's a sundial in the shade?
- Benjamin Franklin
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Originally posted by peanuts View PostRte 6 across the northern part of PA is considered to be on of the premier fall foliage drives in the country. People do it every year- drive from one end of PA to the other. I have a customer in Irvine, PA which is along rte 6. The rolling hills in the area contain colors from yellow to purple, and if you look close enough on some of the individual leaves, I've even seen a silver like color.
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Originally posted by skiracer View PostLou,
Congratulations on your 1000 th post. You have brought a breathe of fresh air to this place. So glad you're here with us. Now if you only skied."Trade What Is Happening...Not What You Think Is Gonna Happen"
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Originally posted by Rob View Post... which stands to reason, considering you've written almost ΒΌ of the posts in this thread.
Ski, breathe is a verb; breath is a noun.THE SKIRACER'S EDGE: MAKE THE EDGE IN YOUR FAVOR
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Originally posted by billyjoe View PostLouetta,
How do you like your thread so far ? Her lips said no, but her hands said yes. Or was it her eyes said yes, but her portfolio said no. Far away an order was cancelled.
-------------billyjoe
Stonington, Maine - 8:27 a.m.
Foghorn stirs the resting gulls
into uproarious laughter.
Their white wings fly open, brush the air
like the twisting skirts of a girl, surprised.
Coffee steam quietly reaches toward the sea.
The sun digs into the water -
chipping away at the surface, it
unearths fireflies and stars alike, which
fly into our eyes.
Each blink snaps like magnets.
The deck's weather-beaten wood scatters its paint
in delicate flakes of ivory and moss.
No one sees them fall.
Peacefulness is the cat of
lingering sleep, its pleasant weight on my chest, paws kneading -
the sound of my mother's toast
crunching in her mouth as she reads the paper -
the lobstermen, coming home
to their joyful dogs.
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Originally posted by Tatnic View PostLOL...now that's funny. YOu guys are talented. Here's a peom my daughter wrote while sitting on our porch in Stonington, Maine:
Stonington, Maine - 8:27 a.m.
Foghorn stirs the resting gulls
into uproarious laughter.
Their white wings fly open, brush the air
like the twisting skirts of a girl, surprised.
Coffee steam quietly reaches toward the sea.
The sun digs into the water -
chipping away at the surface, it
unearths fireflies and stars alike, which
fly into our eyes.
Each blink snaps like magnets.
The deck's weather-beaten wood scatters its paint
in delicate flakes of ivory and moss.
No one sees them fall.
Peacefulness is the cat of
lingering sleep, its pleasant weight on my chest, paws kneading -
the sound of my mother's toast
crunching in her mouth as she reads the paper -
the lobstermen, coming home
to their joyful dogs.
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