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The last summer morning. Hints of color are announcing themselves in the treetops, promising cool days. I carry my oatmeal to the front porch and watch steam rise from the lake. No more warm swims for a long time. A kingfisher, planning a feast of small fish, scolds from the woods. I hear long-overdue machines and voices of men as they clear brush along the road. A neighbor’s lonely calf bawls for its mother. My porch is a combination of summer and fall, summer pots waiting to be emptied, pumpkins already in place. I cut some roses for my sunroom and fill a tiny pot with purple blooms for the kitchen window. In two hours it will be fall with its three months of splendor. The hottest summer on record, I hear. Not so good for my tomatoes. Corn is disappearing from the fields as if vacuumed by a giant sweep. I recall the highlights, my visit to a cool Wisconsin island, the girlfriend vacation on a Florida beach, grandchildren staying with us for weeks. Ah, the cooking, the stories, the county fair. I tuck it all away in  my heart and thank my creator for allowing me to live in Indiana where the seasons are so breathtaking and welcome. Hoosier poet, James Whitcomb Riley, said it all when he penned “When the Frost is on the Punkin’.” I encourage my readers to find and read it; it’s so easy on the Internet, you know.   Happy Autumn!


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