Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Well, the frost is on the pumpkin

Well, the frost is on the pumpkin-if I had pumpkins... and the hay is in the barn -- if I had a barn and hay planted... As I walked up to the goat yard this morning, in the dawning dark, the grasses were silvered with dew, and nearly luminescent in their grace. Autumn has broken.


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