It was cloudy most of today! OMG!
Fitting for the first day of fall, I suppose, that the long stretch of perfect, late-summer days has ended with a bit of gloom. Not that autumn is gloomy: on the contrary, it's the best season, except to those for whom it signals winter and dyspepsia and Ezra Pound ("Winter is icummen in,/ Lhude sing Goddamm,/ Raineth drop and staineth slop,/ And how the wind doth ramm!/ Sing: Goddamm.").
But that's 90 days of apples and clear chilly nights and bug-free hiking away. Besides, Pound's winter is hardly winter as we know it. It's Regular England, not New England, at least until the globe warms some more.
And really, can you look at the pumpkins of Beth's farm stand without breaking into a smile?
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