Autumn is clearly my f**orite time of the year.
The days h**e cooled down, the le**es h**e turned yellow and the world is busy preparing for winter.
There’s something magical about the clear days, the first smell of the woodstove or the fireplace, the first frost, duanwenw the canning of the late fruit and vegetables; the pumpkin stands on the roadways.
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster1 in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen. Fallen le**es lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
School has started and there’s newness in the air. Even though the season is to tell the coming of winter, duanwenw somehow, the world knows that winter is necessary and the long preparation for the cold of winter —the preparation that is autumn —is a beautiful, necessary part of the world.
Autumn is clearly my f**orite time of the year.
The days h**e cooled down, the le**es h**e turned yellow and the world is busy preparing for winter.
There’s something magical about the clear days, the first smell of the woodstove or the fireplace, the first frost, duanwenw the canning of the late fruit and vegetables; the pumpkin stands on the roadways.
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster1 in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen. Fallen le**es lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
School has started and there’s newness in the air. Even though the season is to tell the coming of winter, duanwenw somehow, the world knows that winter is necessary and the long preparation for the cold of winter —the preparation that is autumn —is a beautiful, necessary part of the world.