This morning, a dense fog veiled the trees in the woodland surrounding my house. Last night, it was chilly enough to unearth my eiderdown from my closet. I think it is safe to say that autumn has arrived. Though we haven’t quite made it to the equinox, it feels as if we have already reached a turning point.
Here, in the northeastern USA, we are spiraling…
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