The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
Last night I could feel it as we hiked…a cooler breeze, the rumblings of a storm system moving in. I woke to a rainy gray morning, the sunflowers are fading and now from my window I see the first pumpkins ripening. Autumn. My favorite season.
Today write about the end of summer through the eyes of a child. Now get back to work!
The Writing Nag
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Yeah, I was feeling the breeze earlier and thinking that it’s coming up on us, all right.
I’m welcoming it; it’s good bike-riding weather.