"The last red leaf is whirled away,
The rooks are blown about the skies."
Tennyson

There were a few glowing pumpkins scattered about the village, tonight, of course;
but I picked a handful of crisp and dry leaves up off the front path on the way out:
and they seemed a better way, to me, of saying goodbye to October....

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(And, although I didn't photograph them until after midnight;
I still claim them as valid 'pictures of the day'...
-- as that's when I collected them!)