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Hello, September

It's September. How did that happen? It seems like two or three weeks ago, it was the beginning of summer. Fuzzy little goslings were following their mothers across the lake. The Canadian violets were blooming. 

 Now, instead of violets, we have mushrooms. School buses are making the rounds. Those baby geese are as big as their parents now, and it won't be long before they're flying south for the winter. The Mayday tree that blooms so beautifully in May is covered with bird cherries, which I'm sure the waxwings will appreciate this winter. 




Don't get me wrong; I love autumn, too. Crisp days and apple pies, colorful leaves, mums, and pumpkins. But today the sun is out, and it's time for one more trip to the farmer's market. One more walk around the lake. One last taste of summer.


Which do you enjoy more, summer or fall?

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  1. I like the fall best. I'm a person who runs away from the sun and heat, so I love sweater weather. :)

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    1. Fall was always my favorite season until we moved to Alaska where we often have sweater weather in summer. Now it's a tossup.

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