September 14th 2016

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early
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A little sunshine by day’s end, after moody rain and broken clouds. There ought to be more to write about than the weather, but I never tire of the different shades each evening brings. Writing haiku has drawn my attention to every subtle change of the season’s day to day.
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I can’t decide when to mow my wildflower garden. Only the asters, little patches of Deptford Pinks, some straggling Queen Anne’s lace remains, and one or two ox eye daisies. Each wildflower takes its turn during the season, and what a pity to cut down the early Autumn’s first arrivals.
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