Day 18: If Washington is girt with greens in spring with shades so numerous that thousands have no names, so too is the state gilt with golds in autumn. Warm and cool, dappled with rose and russet, they wait to be studded with silver raindrops to show their greatest glory. The hostas have met with first frost, changing almost overnight, but no less beautiful in their imminent collapse. And if autumn chills my feet, it also warms my heart, knowing that the Earth and Nature are ready for a bedtime story. It is time to rest, renew, reset, there to dream of warmer days and longer light.
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