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oh, i wish i were a hibernating human
Autumn is a second spring
when every leaf is a flower.
I saw a leaf fall this morning.
All alone, it seemed to magically descend out of nowhere. Apparently, the cool wind had careened it across the avenue from the elms smugly standing across the street.
Although the sudden relief from the infamous balmy days of August readily suggest September is on its way, the umber and wrinkled old hand I saw falling was the first visual cue from nature to wink at me and convey that we are indeed teetering upon the sprite brink of Autumn.
I’ve always loved the Fall. Especially, when it comes upon the wake of another sticky summer.
I tender much the same sentiment for Spring as well.
April - May, September – October are my four favorite months. Oh, what I would give to hibernate for the other eight.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
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