Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimmer of red, a smudge of gold, a hint of rust. September has stamped its presence on a handful of leaves. The garden is fading into fire. How did this happen so quickly? There were many wonderful summer moments left to experience. Although the weatherContinue reading “Schooling in September”
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