The days shorten; of course the chickens confirm this - it only seems more sudden than it is. I know it is October! I often light my wonderful ceramic pumpkin that Amy and Corinne and Celeste and Calista gave me. When the sun came out this afternoon, the maples in the woods grew more vivid yellow and orange. I must go shut the chicken's door and take in the bird feeder which the deer love to raid at night, along with chomps of my impatients and roses.
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