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About Fallen Leaves
"In the upper Midwest, getting-to-know-you conversations eventually get around to, 'What's your favorite season?' Autumn people rarely volunteer this information unless we're asked. We fear that Spring and Summer folk will think we're crazy to celebrate the end of days without long underwear, and Winter people only see our season as a prelude to skiing. The others may be partly right. Perhaps it's mad to love the short, sweet days of fall. It comes and goes too quickly, always with this task undone or that intention unmet and days of gloom and fog that shroud the woods and sap my energy. But then a ray of sun breaks through, the sky turns blue, and a breeze rustles the leaves. Autumn is the season of beginnings, as leaves fall and begin to compost in readiness for another cycle of growth. Let winter snow hide my sins of omission while I walk through fallen leaves and smell the promise of spring."
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