I was walking our dogs through a blanket of
crisp oak leaves this morning, pondering the state of Dot Earth after two years, nearly 800 posts and tens of thousands of reader comments that reflect the variegated, and deeply divided, state of thinking on many issues, but especially global warming.
Not exact matches
As the temperatures drop, the
leaves of New England's native maples,
oaks, and beeches blanket the landscape with
crisp bursts of color.
This
oak leaf wreath may be faux but its
crisp golden
leaves echo the changing colours all around this season and makes a cheerful welcome for guests all autumn long.