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[poliphilo]

Our Indian summer is going, going, not quite gone. We've had unsettled weather, followed by heavy rain, but it's still  warm.

I picked pears yesterday. 

I've been reading Tom's Midnight Garden. Pearce has this bifocal vision of childhood as both a golden time and a time of loneliness and oppression. Adults don't understand what that feels like because they've forgotten- but not all of them have. It's a lovely book. It made me cry. 

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[daisytells.livejournal.com]

Frost warning last night. Return to the hot 80's tomorrow. Such is the New England autumn. It makes for very colorful trees, though.
(I posted this one twice, finally deleted it because of typos. I think my keyboard needs a good cleaning because it skips a lot of letters when I am typing).

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I think we've seen the last of the warm weather- more's the pity.

[daisytells.livejournal.com]

It's too soon! I'm not ready for the end of summer and the beginning of winter.