"The golden rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down." Fall is here, and as I look out the window and see shades of vibrant red and umber encroaching on green canopies and replacing the greens of summer, I instantly start mouthing the words of Helen Hunt Jackson's poem:  September.  I do this every year ... I don't think I've missed doing it for one...

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