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08/27 Direct Link
It is cold in the morning, lately, and has been darker later in the morning, and earlier in the evening. I find myself peering through the window trying to divine from the still-dark sky what it will do for the day. Fall is settling in like an unwelcome house guest with far too much luggage.

It didn't rain as much this year, thank goodness. Inconvenient for the farmers, though.

What I miss already are the early season tree-ripened peaches. Their dark red-purple flesh, they drip juice down your chin, your hands, your arms, and splatter your dresses.