The last few days when I walked accross the wind-swept field or trudged up the garden path with a bucket for corn, a breath of wind wafted by me, carrying air from another world; sweet and golden, rich and cool. For a moment the breath of Autumn was rushing down my neck and filling my senses with a tingling fragrance. It was gone a moment later, swallowed in the perfume of high-summer; but not without whispering in my ear the promise of harvest time.
~ From the Six Arrows Farm Update this week
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