thoughts on politics, books, culture, the world around us and the stupidity of others
October 26, 2009
A redder shade of brown
The little neighborhood in which stands the Punkinhouse is an older one. It is populated with little cottages and huge old oaks. They'll not provide the gorgeous electric reds and oranges or the brash golds of a showy autumn, but in the bright setting sun autumn oaks glow with the embodiment of russet.