Day 344: I love Autumn. Or more correctly, I should say I love the onset of Autumn when the colors start to turn and the days are still warm with mornings which dawn with just a hint of Jack Frost's breath in the air. The harvest sings a melody of plentitude as it marches to the larder, squash put by in the root cellar for January dinners and turnips bedded down to await the soup kettle's yawning mouth. Autumn is a glad time which awakens the pioneer spirit to start a fireplace blaze o'mornings, and the lungs to breathe more deeply of air freshened by a light, sweet sprinkle. Let's rejoice in Autumn and dance while we may, before the greys of winter come knocking at the door.
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