Friends of the Museum created a Victorian Garden in the backyard. It was absolutely gorgeous. You can see the back of the home and factory.
The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
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