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Autumn, oh Autumn, are you on the way?
This season in the swamp has been unseasonably rainy. It is almost always hot and humid in the swamp — but we’ve been having record rainfall (20 inches/508mm above average). And, frankly, I’m ready for some relief.
I keep reading stories of crisp air and the emergence of Fall gourds. I can almost taste the cinnamon in spice in the air. It doesn’t help that a critter ate all our pumpkin vines a few weeks ago: no Fall gourds here. I can’t help but envy tales of pulling clothes from cedar chests, and the changing of foliage.
So, while I sweat it out in the swamp, will you help me dream of cooler climes? Will you write me your stories of sweater weather, pumpkin spice, and changing leaves?
Let me feel autumn through your words if I can’t feel it in my bones.
With love,
