Vivid sunrises and sunsets viewed seen through old fences far and near (yesterday's images), cool sighing breezes airbrushing away the dusty dryness of late summer, fine glistening sequined dews in the hedgerow as delicate as Victorian beadwork and ornate as antique tatting...The signs of the turning season are all around me if I have the eyes to see them and the wits to comprehend the magic at work here. Ahead are not just shorter days and earlier twilights, but also fields of golden barley, pumpkins and gourds at roadside stalls and farm gates, wild turkeys and deer feeding along the old rail fences at dawn.
What a harvest!
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