Dancing with the rising moon, bats flit and flurry, loop and swoop, owning the night sky. Now the full harvest moon glides up from behind the ridge, the archetypal smiley face. I will not be alone tonight. I will celebrate my personal harvest, the accomplishments of summer just fading. I will wrap myself in the orange [...]
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I nearly gasped with delight when I pulled into the parking lot of my local country store this morning and saw a magnificent display of pumpkins, corn stalks, hay bales and chrysanthemums. This store is the real deal—wooden floors, a woodstove in winter, a huge array of produce from their own farm and fresh-pressed, unpasteurized true apple cider.
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3. October 2009
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