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The light goes gray and you can see past all the trees now. The air smells of fallen leaves and woodsmoke. The Summer People have gone and the games at the beach field are over, the loudspeaker is quiet. Many of the birds have flown south. |
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The dahlias still have some color on them but it is time. We harvest the tubers before a hard freeze. |
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The tubers |
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The last tomatoes picked in November. What's left is the quiet. It settles over everything. This is my favorite month. |